Hmm, Valentine's Musings
Feb. 13th, 2004 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowHappy Friday the 13th.
And even for those less than smutty minded, go check out the icons that were posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_sporkys here. Brilliant work by some talented artists:)
And because tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and myfarscapefriday Love Letter was almost 100% smut free, a little antidote. It's really all about my John Donne love, and everything I learned about turning on the body through the brain I learned from him, so I'm shamelessly offering poetry fic (which is as close to song fic as I can imagine. It's mercifully short:) Really. It's also NC-17, completely plot free, and a play of words as much as a play of bodily fluids.
Valediction, Benediction, Adjuration, Elevation
Bodies pressed close. Curve of hip, strip of skin, pale and clean, belly bared as cautious fingers slip under her shirt. Strokes on skin, calloused catching, hitch of breath.
License my roving hands, and a sigh, soft and damp in his ear, his name, John, melting, panted, the sound rocket fuel, hardwired to his thickening cock, straining against tight cotton, straining against black leather, straining against her sex. The warmth of breath, touch of tongue tracing the delicate shell, teeth grazing the lobe.
Dipping down, lips on throat, suckle, swallow, give me thy weakness, make me blind, stealing kisses, mouth on mouth, tongue to tongue, flutter of lashes, and will be done. Dark hair binding him, binding them, sweet like silk, warm like flesh, wrapping like rope, better than restraints, ease of chains, love’s ties, taut and lashing.
Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, slide of fabric, sticky skin. Warm, sweet, candy floss and caramel rich. Milk white thighs, length of bone, bend of knee, dark, low moan as he licks the hollow of nerve rich flesh hidden in the join of thigh and calf. Let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move, stay quiet and stay hidden, no attention, no noise, no notice, cradled in golden walls, golden arms, burnished ribs keeping secrets.
Bodies pressed close in golden corridors. Translucent skin, blood throbbing in pale blue veins. Underwear nudged down, highlight of slick, glossed curls. Breath in, breath out, smell of sex, tangy and spiced. Mouth and tongue tracing words, love songs, sonnets, and here's his girl, loving John Donne, wet and twitching at the ripe, alien words written on her body, written on her sex, his poetry, their verses between them.
Shudder and salt, slick liquid, hard coming, thrust of pelvis, thrust of tongue, long fingers curled into his hair, his name again and hers, Aeryn, whispered against her belly, over and over, painting her name, Sebacean syllables, edge and curve and backwards click, clear on her flesh, fingers wet from her. She pulls, tugs, whimpers her love, hands on his belt, and hands on his cock, bone against thick, throbbing heat and his own moan, his own ache, beating in his brain, beaten in her hands. Love's mysteries in souls do grow, but yet the body is his book.
Hands splayed on back, high up under his shirt, cotton brushing her knuckles, nails rending his flesh, thighs pressed together, cock sliding in and out, shallow thrusts, friction, rough on the tip, the top, sweet inside her, tense and tight, looking in, her slate gray gaze, generous mouth, white teeth cutting her lip.
Fingers dance down pressing in to the hollow of his back, meeting him, met his match, wet, and whetting the appetite and he sees the play and pull, heavy purplish cock, black pubic hair, flat belly and straining thighs, looks back up, locks on her eyes, and it’s the life of the mind, love of the mind, coming hard and gasping, sticky semen on abutted thighs, holding on, fingers digging into hips, bruises blooming. Then, as all my souls be emparadised in you—in whom alone I understand, and grow, and see—The rafters of my body, bone, Being still with you, the muscle, sinew, and vein.
Bodies pressed close. Mingled sighs and curve of hip and curve of bone. Sights swallowed by gentle mouths and silent rhyme.
And even for those less than smutty minded, go check out the icons that were posted to
the_sporkys here. Brilliant work by some talented artists:)And because tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and my
farscapefriday Love Letter was almost 100% smut free, a little antidote. It's really all about my John Donne love, and everything I learned about turning on the body through the brain I learned from him, so I'm shamelessly offering poetry fic (which is as close to song fic as I can imagine. It's mercifully short:) Really. It's also NC-17, completely plot free, and a play of words as much as a play of bodily fluids.Valediction, Benediction, Adjuration, Elevation
Bodies pressed close. Curve of hip, strip of skin, pale and clean, belly bared as cautious fingers slip under her shirt. Strokes on skin, calloused catching, hitch of breath.
License my roving hands, and a sigh, soft and damp in his ear, his name, John, melting, panted, the sound rocket fuel, hardwired to his thickening cock, straining against tight cotton, straining against black leather, straining against her sex. The warmth of breath, touch of tongue tracing the delicate shell, teeth grazing the lobe.
Dipping down, lips on throat, suckle, swallow, give me thy weakness, make me blind, stealing kisses, mouth on mouth, tongue to tongue, flutter of lashes, and will be done. Dark hair binding him, binding them, sweet like silk, warm like flesh, wrapping like rope, better than restraints, ease of chains, love’s ties, taut and lashing.
Come live with me and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, slide of fabric, sticky skin. Warm, sweet, candy floss and caramel rich. Milk white thighs, length of bone, bend of knee, dark, low moan as he licks the hollow of nerve rich flesh hidden in the join of thigh and calf. Let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move, stay quiet and stay hidden, no attention, no noise, no notice, cradled in golden walls, golden arms, burnished ribs keeping secrets.
Bodies pressed close in golden corridors. Translucent skin, blood throbbing in pale blue veins. Underwear nudged down, highlight of slick, glossed curls. Breath in, breath out, smell of sex, tangy and spiced. Mouth and tongue tracing words, love songs, sonnets, and here's his girl, loving John Donne, wet and twitching at the ripe, alien words written on her body, written on her sex, his poetry, their verses between them.
Shudder and salt, slick liquid, hard coming, thrust of pelvis, thrust of tongue, long fingers curled into his hair, his name again and hers, Aeryn, whispered against her belly, over and over, painting her name, Sebacean syllables, edge and curve and backwards click, clear on her flesh, fingers wet from her. She pulls, tugs, whimpers her love, hands on his belt, and hands on his cock, bone against thick, throbbing heat and his own moan, his own ache, beating in his brain, beaten in her hands. Love's mysteries in souls do grow, but yet the body is his book.
Hands splayed on back, high up under his shirt, cotton brushing her knuckles, nails rending his flesh, thighs pressed together, cock sliding in and out, shallow thrusts, friction, rough on the tip, the top, sweet inside her, tense and tight, looking in, her slate gray gaze, generous mouth, white teeth cutting her lip.
Fingers dance down pressing in to the hollow of his back, meeting him, met his match, wet, and whetting the appetite and he sees the play and pull, heavy purplish cock, black pubic hair, flat belly and straining thighs, looks back up, locks on her eyes, and it’s the life of the mind, love of the mind, coming hard and gasping, sticky semen on abutted thighs, holding on, fingers digging into hips, bruises blooming. Then, as all my souls be emparadised in you—in whom alone I understand, and grow, and see—The rafters of my body, bone, Being still with you, the muscle, sinew, and vein.
Bodies pressed close. Mingled sighs and curve of hip and curve of bone. Sights swallowed by gentle mouths and silent rhyme.
