Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She can see the wonder on his face, and she won’t pretend it doesn’t please her. Weaver is a bit of vain creature, though she would prefer to be liked for more than just her looks. Something she is pretty sure is true here, which makes his look just a bit sweeter. ”Yes, it is, though I don’t mind. Though if you don’t answer I’ll just have to guess.”
Though she can certainly guess. He removes his underwear, pinning her beneath him and she gives him a wicked and pleased grin. A soft moan escapes as his fingers return, and she takes to guessing. Her hand finds him, and though he doesn’t seem to need any help, she wraps her hands around him, tight, and begins to move it up and down. Stoke his fire just a little bit more, though gods, she just wanted him.
Though she can certainly guess. He removes his underwear, pinning her beneath him and she gives him a wicked and pleased grin. A soft moan escapes as his fingers return, and she takes to guessing. Her hand finds him, and though he doesn’t seem to need any help, she wraps her hands around him, tight, and begins to move it up and down. Stoke his fire just a little bit more, though gods, she just wanted him.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
