SexyAmber
Queen of the Damned
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- Dec 28, 2001
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Breathe
The abyss of sin lingered on the surface, like a eternal hole that once stepped in would hold you prisoner. It was in that single response that perhaps they stepped over the edge, they teetered there, the back and forth play of words and exchange of fathomless gazes caused her to blush such a delicate crimson, and the veins in his forearm to bulge at the pressure his hand applied to the table.
"Kiss you?"
The tender play of her foot on his had ceased as she could feel her lungs refuse to take in air. The whole moment froze her in time. At that moment, for the first time in her life, as she was lost in the darkness of his eyes. She felt desire. Not teenage desire but raw craving. It made her body rush with warmth. She was drowning, he could see it. Everyone knows the phenomenon of trying to hold your breath underwater - how at first it's alright and you can handle it, and then as it gets closer and closer to the time when you must breathe, how urgent the need becomes, the lust and the hunger to breathe.
He was the air she craved.
“Will you teach me to kiss?”
Her angelic tenor, shy, timid even meek as she barely an audible whisper above the strong releases of their breaths.
The abyss of sin lingered on the surface, like a eternal hole that once stepped in would hold you prisoner. It was in that single response that perhaps they stepped over the edge, they teetered there, the back and forth play of words and exchange of fathomless gazes caused her to blush such a delicate crimson, and the veins in his forearm to bulge at the pressure his hand applied to the table.
"Kiss you?"
The tender play of her foot on his had ceased as she could feel her lungs refuse to take in air. The whole moment froze her in time. At that moment, for the first time in her life, as she was lost in the darkness of his eyes. She felt desire. Not teenage desire but raw craving. It made her body rush with warmth. She was drowning, he could see it. Everyone knows the phenomenon of trying to hold your breath underwater - how at first it's alright and you can handle it, and then as it gets closer and closer to the time when you must breathe, how urgent the need becomes, the lust and the hunger to breathe.
He was the air she craved.
“Will you teach me to kiss?”
Her angelic tenor, shy, timid even meek as she barely an audible whisper above the strong releases of their breaths.
ointing above, again.::