Friday, September 24, 2010

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[original] In the lake of fire. Chapter 2.

Title : In the Lake of Fire Chapter
: Second (Gravity)
Genre: angst, introspective, erotic
Warnings: femslash
Words: 325
Note: I do not know where I will bring everything , but I am going forward
Synopsis: This is me in the courtyard of the dilemmas, accompanied by my ethics stifling coughs that intoxicated by the words that I can not mute, gestures that I can not annihilate. Lower your eyes if you do suck. Turn around if you're too vulnerable.


Gravity


softly, strides once again to me, you who are impossible to banish, and that you always return, because you can not help it, like a drop of water on hard stone ruins. Small
, is gravity.
swirls around me, just touched the back with his hand absent-minded, murmuring words rubenti. Stop, I beg you, stop somewhere, anywhere, but stop, my head is spinning. I struggle to focus on my surroundings, I see only these piercing tongues of fire lick my legs and I crawl on the skin, burn slowly her thighs, licking.
drove them away with my breath, for the moment. But they will return.
me smile, now wearing the mask of confidence that I know what beauty lies. Remove it, please.
I do not care what your lipstick that will cover the sad smile, even eye shadow you use to chase away the shadows from the lights. Observe, however, as it gives you my reflection in the irises of darkness, he is looking for your lost soul, and sporadic shows.
Need to take command, know what needs testing, so I give it to you. Take it, grab it, use it on me if it's the only way.
Meanwhile, I take off.
I do not want secrets or future thoughts. Examine me until you have all the possibilities.
You do with greed. To drop your rod for a while now and my mouth dry, he wants my lifeblood, I tremble, and the hold with a sudden quick bite, but you know that there is no way to stop the trembling of your lips recondite. Why are
treasure in your head and tickle your nerves as if they were strings of a violin, I make them vibrate with the fingers, producing a deafening tune with the language that I try to test.
No way, do you understand? Small, is gravity.
Take a shame that these soft pile up at my feet? They can feed your greed?
I have to go before they eat me up.

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