the sybil watched as the heavens turned behind his head, each deep thrust an alignment of planets unnamed and stars long dead. "say it again," he demanded in a voice lost to that cosmological froth, each syllable devoured by fate. she heaved a breath and said it again, again, again.
the sybil watched as the heavens turned behind his head, each deep thrust an alignment of planets unnamed and stars long dead. "say it again," he demanded in a voice lost to that cosmological froth, each syllable devoured by fate. she heaved a breath and said it again, again, again.
the bathwater was greedy as it claimed both nostril and mouth, burning where it met at the back of his throat. the drowning man frantically braced and pushed to break the surface. he gasped, face painted pretty with seed-speckled flotsam and dried flower petals before the hand came again.
the bathwater was greedy as it claimed both nostril and mouth, burning where it met at the back of his throat. the drowning man frantically braced and pushed to break the surface. he gasped, face painted pretty with seed-speckled flotsam and dried flower petals before the hand came again.
he could travel malms without moving from hand and knee. running his tongue between leather laces and silver sole, he tasted salt from the southern seas and crushed northern heather. a grateful whine rose in him like bardsong, for master had given him the world by the bottom of a boot.
he could travel malms without moving from hand and knee. running his tongue between leather laces and silver sole, he tasted salt from the southern seas and crushed northern heather. a grateful whine rose in him like bardsong, for master had given him the world by the bottom of a boot.
a silver bar connected two knees and the ardent's mouth, keeping his body in perpetual, inward fold. though the red wax had begun to run from where it was staked inside him, he did not move. ablaze, the candelabra sighed as the flame danced lower and he was filled with molten worship.
a silver bar connected two knees and the ardent's mouth, keeping his body in perpetual, inward fold. though the red wax had begun to run from where it was staked inside him, he did not move. ablaze, the candelabra sighed as the flame danced lower and he was filled with molten worship.
it was not enough to wear the raiment of nobility forged and woven by pleasure. neither the trembling hide of a bare lover draped across his thighs nor the string of pearls left at his chest could suffice. he quested after the king's crown, set with diamond tears wept from repleted eyes.
it was not enough to wear the raiment of nobility forged and woven by pleasure. neither the trembling hide of a bare lover draped across his thighs nor the string of pearls left at his chest could suffice. he quested after the king's crown, set with diamond tears wept from repleted eyes.