The moment is captured. Like a photograph on an old roll of film found in some forgotten drawer, it lingers. It is there to tell a story. It is there to do magick.
Time stands still.
The only sound I perceive is the quick, steady beat of your heart.The only taste on my lips is the salty tang of you. The only touch my fingertips know is the soft, suppleness of your flesh. All of these sensations blend together...filling my senses with the reality of you.
You're not a dream.
Nothing moves. Nothing stirs.
I hunger.
You are the only nourishment I seek. I feast on you with breathless abandon, never satiated...never fulfilled. Running my tongue along your skin, savoring the taste...tender nibbles of flesh until I reach my destination. You taste like life. You taste like eternity. You taste like home.
Bleed for me.
Give me all that you are. Nourish me with the essence of you and make me whole.
There is only this.
Floating in space, unhindered by time...
It has never been this easy.
It has never been this hard.