Week 22: Sweep the Leg

He

I will swallow your gasps like wine. Feel them shudder down my throat in time to the tremble in your knees. I'll feel you begging long before the words are ripped from your tongue. Teeth bitten lips that part on lines of fire.

I'll paint you a chessboard of rainbow agony. Skim tooth and nail across blood screaming to be let loose just to watch you stumble. Fall for me.

You're stubborn. I admire that in you, and I want to tear it from you. See you give in to gravity, to the tears you're blinking back. I will demand them one by one until you show me rivers.

Show me your soul. Lay your pleas at my feet. Let me breathe in the canyons you're carving into wood just to keep your balance.

Fall for me.

Fly for me.

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She

Lust has no mercy and neither do you. Your words rip into my soul and leave gashes bleeding pure desire.

I wished to lie trembling at your feet, fallen, knowing that henceforth, whether I wished it or not, I existed for love, and passion.

For nothing silences my sobs like the abyss that is your bed. When lust commands, even love obeys.

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He

I want to taste you.

All of you. From the curve of your back to the sweep of one graceful leg.

I want to make you scream my name until your throat is raw.

~*~

She

Give me someone who writes

Who knows how to find the words and force them to their knees on the page, on the screen. Mouth to mouth....a shouted greeting, a whispered command.

Give me someone who can string the thoughts together, tie them in knots, as I get tied up. Ribbon fantasies wrapped about my wrists....pulled tight, pulled taut....suspended from that hook in my mind.

Leave them to dangle like a string of pearls about my neck, cooling on my skin and give me just a few more precious words.