nosco: (✘ 01)
ᴀsɪʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀ ([personal profile] nosco) wrote in [community profile] loccent 2020-04-21 03:44 am (UTC)

[ Perhaps kneeling so close was overconfidence. Perhaps he is grateful that her hand withdrew before she started reading. Like the previous selections, the poem uses words to relay feelings in simple words and clear imagery that reveal instead of obscure.

He is still, but not unmoved, and he marshals his thoughts away from the unspoken question of: is that what you would like?

They have been skirting the edges of play, rather dangerously. It is both intoxicating and dizzying in the way a robust glass of wone might leave a body warm. It has not been so long that his thoughts have strayed from the intimacy of their earlier activities, of his honestly all of today (how is it not noon yet?).

When he rises - because his wolf is restless again - he deliberately presses a tender kiss to her cheek, his eyes fixed on hers the whole while. ]


Read me more. You choose this time.

[ He all but purrs the words at her, which is well enough. It appears he will need to... clear his garden a bit more. ]

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