In Bloom
like cherry blossoms
His fingers were like fire, melting the icy tendrils that had encased her body for far too long. As he traced the soft curves of her face, forehead to chin, he could feel her skin budding underneath his fingertips. Opening, blossoming, reaching towards the sun. Finally free of winter’s icy grasp.
His lips were electric, lighting up against hers as they moved. They were soft at first, slowly testing the sky as the sun does at dawn. And then hands were on backs and fingers were in hair and they exploded, like the light of midday, casting rays on everything around them.
He could feel her blossoming, stretching out towards the sun; towards him. Only him. Always him.
His lips were electric, lighting up against hers as they moved. They were soft at first, slowly testing the sky as the sun does at dawn. And then hands were on backs and fingers were in hair and they exploded, like the light of midday, casting rays on everything around them.
He could feel her blossoming, stretching out towards the sun; towards him. Only him. Always him.