In a box contained

[weewatto]

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.

[Daphne]

exsiccated? I shall have to bugger off and look that one up. I'll be back.

[Engelbert Humpalot]

This was a bit heavy for me. I need a stiff drink after reading this sort of stuff.

[weewatto]

I was just being fancy. It probably makes no kind of sense at all....

[annettecurtain]

I feel a bit like this when I eat peaches.

[weewatto]

Eewwwwwwwww!! You eat hairy fruit!! *fnar*