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Do you remember that time we sat huddled together under the flickering glow of candle light debating which songs were written just for us? Listening to soft melodies as you ran your fingers through my hair and mine ran a marathon across your skin? I whispered into your ear sweet nothing that meant everything, warmed my hands on your radiating body. You touched my heart in ways that sent painful pleasures through my soul and I could feel my body scream for more.
Do you remember the snow outside falling on the window sill? How we would laugh, trying to count each perfect little flake? I never truely counted them. I only watched your lips form mesmerizing smiles, more perfect then the flakes you tried to count. You would entwine your slender digits with mine, melting their icy-cold numbness. You teased me with your mouth, placing kisses everywhere but my lips and leaving burning marks across my body. Your mischievous grin sent a hunger through me that I couldn't ignore. I melted under your sweet kiss, my lips forming to yours like they were always ment to be.
Do you remember the first time we made love? Everything around us frozen by the December air and our bodies burning, melting into eachother? My lips and fingers explored every secret your body kept and my racing heart promised not to tell. I caressed you, my hands promising to forever protect and love you. Your every gasp and moan rang like bells in my ears, urging my hands in ways I never thought possible. Candle light sent dancing shadows across your bare form and I tried desperately to catch them. You sent a beast in my heart to the brink of insanity as your nails carved patterns into my back and your teeth nibbled my flesh. I groped frantically as your ecstatic shudders shook through you, shattering my heart like glass.
Do you remember that night our love rang free? A song so loud even the Gods took notice? I wish you could. If only it were more then just a dream.
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