Anchor My Flesh

You fill me with a dark sweat… it is forced out and beats firm in crimson.

I want your teeth on my cock… raking me fierce. Your mouth is savage and soothing.

Commit your every fucking sin to my flesh – and do not confess.

I desire your name emblazoned on my every thrust.

I must be in you. I need to feel you holding fast. Do not let go… cling hard to me and keep me where I belong.

Yes do not let me go… dig into me. Anchor my flesh and expose my breath… my spirit. I am yours and I am open to you.

Cum with me… Irreverent and Unholy. Let us be unclean tonight.

 

With Gouging Gratitude

Her every moan fed his every roar… Their names dripped from the tip of each others tongues, which only served to fuel their fury. With nails like knives, she dug deep to the root of him and found his body trembling. With a quickened pace of his finger he asked to be taken further, and she answered him with a gouging gratitude. She held him as his legs faltered and began to buckle. There were no words needed between them… they spoke the language of each others bodies fluently.

So grateful.

Cover With Caresses

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…. When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

~Gustave Flaubert, letter to his wife Louise Colet, 1846

Die Daily

I will watch myself die daily and be reborn unto flesh at dawn every new morning…