Inspired by InMon. I’ve been sketching more than I have been writing, and strangely–though unsurprisingly–my hands are suffering more than ever. Carpal tunnel is looking to being an issue…
It was her eyes. A blaze of blue fire flared just behind those irises. It burned a way no fire could, rippling across my skin in a heat so powerful and all-encompassing that it left me lax and tense simultaneously. My breath came slowly as her figure, so smooth and soft yet strong and solid, loomed over me.
The feel of lips. A brush of skin. Such painfully pleasant heat. Her breath lingered on my neck. The aroma of her subtle perfume mixed with the warm air. My fingers caught the dark waves that fell over her shoulder and pushed the thick strands back to see her face. Her eyes of fire looked into mine, stopping my hand against her cheek.
She whispered a sweet melody of words, and I answered. Murmur secrets sweet, and none bitter as the knowledge of parting seeming so distant in the future. Nothing but hushed lulls and words of nectar. If only to speak her name once again, and hear the answer. Just for the night, the room was soundproof. No city symphonies. No cars passing. No sirens in the distance.
Just the unbearable crackle of blue flames.