Dancing naked 'neath cascades, my eyes are blinded by the water as I face the safety of a dark cave. I feel nimble hands snake around me from a tall skeleton casting shadows, blocking the sun's diamonds from illuminating the red apple peel of my closed lids. I know it's you by the movement of skilled fingers supporting…
She’s in love with a new preacher: a chaste charismatic angel, young and full of the Lord’s fire. His is a life she longs to claim — a mortal life promised to eternity, a mortal life repulsed by carnality. She knows this, but it doesn’t stop her. She’s in love with a retired preacher:…
Praying as she preys and preying as she prays, she lays in wait for him to come too close. He, plump with sweet nectar, flashes glittering plumage before settling for a penny nap. Arms extend and she grasps fine fluff, pulls him in. He expected this. Nestled in pinching fingers, sharp pains send him chirping…
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