Eeenf Graah

Only when the air is bright
I thirst for something dry tonight.



Brilliant love.




He softens his gaze as she falls into place. Her beauty is overwhelming and her heart slows. He reaches for her face, knowing she’ll shy away. She moves so swiftly, he watches as her flowing hair covers her cheek. Her hands are rooted to his sides; she gazes at the pattern on his shirt. He tries once more, he finds himself in luck. Their lips fit so perfectly, their bodies melt into one. The breeze floats in through the window, moving through their clothes and tickling their faces. He whispers in her ear ever so gently, making her blush at the sensation. She lifts her head to look upward and he lunges for her neck, making sweet sounds as he brushes his lips against her skin. She wriggles slightly, but doesn’t stop him.


The air is thin, and the breeze is faint. Her eyes are locked into place, as she plots the ending. He slowly crosses the street towards her, his arms swaying. Her eyes narrow, and her clothes begin to feel too tight. His hair moves slightly as he takes his strides. He stops in front of her, and reaches for her as he leans in for a kiss. She lets him kiss her cheek and she flashes him a devious smile. He smirks slightly and fidgets with his jacket. She knows that no one is near. She can only smell him, and the nearby trees. She pulls him in, feeling her clothes rip at the seams. He wraps his hands around her waist, resting his fingertips on her rear. He hooks his thumbs into her belt loops, and pulls gently. Her clothes lie crumpled by her feet. She thrusts her pelvic towards him and he reaches down to press his palm against her skin. With a snarl, she is lurched forward and he gives out a cry as he is consumed.

I give up. I give up on you.
©2009