The flower is chill with dew and scent, but wherever its waxy petals light, a spark of heat ignites beneath my skin.
“Stop,” I say. But I don’t move away.
Fine hairs stand as the flower kisses them lightly. My neck burns.
“Make me stop,” he whispers. A challenge.
I grab his wrist. The flower falls.
The bark of the tree must hurt as he’s pushed against it but from the look in his eyes it’s a sweet pain.
“Make me stop,” I say. A challenge.
But he doesn’t.
2 responses so far ↓
Mrunal // April 24, 2008 at 11:22 pm |
my god akshita! this is beautiful… there is no other word… lovely…
arzen // July 1, 2009 at 11:33 am |
こんにちは、Akshitaさん！Arzenです。よろしくお願いします。「花」はエロすぎて、すばらしいよｖｖｖ
誘い受けは花を使って、攻めをいじめるの？（もうそう１０１％）
描きたい描きたいｖ
んじゃ、またあそびにきますねｖ