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Post by weewatto on Oct 31, 2011 14:23:40 GMT
Hanging, I turn, my throat on the point of your knife; a thousand barbed tongues holding my naked, parched body in air. Air exsiccated by the whetting of your blade, in it a steely reflection of hungry, gnawing lust misted by my held breath. At your command, a single barbed tongue's grip slips - and my teeth grit against the delicious pang sent up my jaw by the blade's blissful point. The scent of my honeyed blood dilates your stare... the tip of your tongue, your intractable, irrepressible, interminable tongue, darts across my bones to take its fill. Tortured throes arch my back to resist the blade, but your barbed minions dip a hair's breadth and I, again, am caught - breath held, blood stopped, will failing. As you watch my prurient agony over hours, a spark of pity awakes in you, buried beneath your swollen lust. You call off the tongues, my aching limbs and twisted toes come to rest on the scorched sand... your tender fingers unwind my wretched nerves while I, prone, submit to the touch. A moment, a plaything regroups, my parched skin drenched, my greyed eyes blacken - I pounce - and you are devoured.
Inspired by a dream I once had.
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Post by Daphne on Oct 31, 2011 18:04:33 GMT
exsiccated? I shall have to bugger off and look that one up. I'll be back.
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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Oct 31, 2011 18:56:15 GMT
This was a bit heavy for me. I need a stiff drink after reading this sort of stuff.
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Post by weewatto on Nov 2, 2011 11:05:23 GMT
I was just being fancy. It probably makes no kind of sense at all....
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Post by annettecurtain on Nov 2, 2011 15:12:50 GMT
I feel a bit like this when I eat peaches.
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Post by weewatto on Nov 3, 2011 10:56:15 GMT
Eewwwwwwwww!! You eat hairy fruit!! *fnar*
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