"Were they?" The hand groping at the air withdraws now to whisper across her pale cheek, the fragile column of her neck. "That is a shame." To consider this to be enough, caged within a tomb of flesh and sinew.
His words are dismissive and so the matter is dismissed, as are the craters and the figure examining them. Instead, she straightens in response to his request, hands falling to her sides. "Of course." Her turn, when she makes it, is almost lazy in its movements, but not for allure or seduction - merely to give a practiced eye the chance to get its fill.
Once she's come full circle, she pauses before him, chin lifted, body poised like a flower about to unfurl its petals, and invites any closer scrutiny he wishes to make. "Am I sufficient?" she asks.
His words are dismissive and so the matter is dismissed, as are the craters and the figure examining them. Instead, she straightens in response to his request, hands falling to her sides. "Of course." Her turn, when she makes it, is almost lazy in its movements, but not for allure or seduction - merely to give a practiced eye the chance to get its fill.
Once she's come full circle, she pauses before him, chin lifted, body poised like a flower about to unfurl its petals, and invites any closer scrutiny he wishes to make. "Am I sufficient?" she asks.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
