HER eyes feast on the art of His flesh
Her sex starves for the want of it
Weeping comes from the folds of Her virtue
Flushing cheeks, not from a fever
Muscle and sinew under painted skin
A living sculpture made just for Her temptation
Perfection made by Her Goddess, a gift just for Her
He stretches in waking malaise, drawing Her gaze
Displaying all of of Him for Her appreciation
She trembles, pulses, craves,
A hand wanders, withdraws then She looks away
Inhale... Exhale... Weakness... Silence...
The need to be filled with the life of Him
Shames Her as His heartbeat pulls away
The desire to kiss Him, at the top of His spine
as She always saw Her mother kiss Her Father
Fighting the urge until Her soul bleeds,
He waits, stilled by the longing He Feels from Her
She can taste the bitter iron of Her battle on Her tongue
Dressing in the color of death instead of the living colors of her Lineage
She waits as His grief says goodbye to His beloved ghost
White bone and empty eyes remind that she still lives in His heart.
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He walks
He walks, carrying His parents' pride
It was always His dream to lead to the way
It was always her hope to be His luna one day
they walked together in dreams that lied
they walked
she went
she went to the Moon's side
she went to face the mate her heart did betray
he waited for the mate his brother hoped would stay
he waited on the Moon's side
he waited
She stands
She stands on His right
Her obligation is to show Their unity this day
He cheated Her, yet Her duty to Their pack holds sway
He cheated Their light
He cheated
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They say Alphas are born,
They say Lunas are made.
The Luna-that-is facing the Luna-that-will-be.
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Impressions from Across the Sea and Sand : BESSA & ELSKA by Rachelle Mills
RandomScribbles humbly offered by Mama Magie @PenumbraMINE Impressions from Across the Sea : BESSA and Borson BESSA will always be capitalized as She, Her, Hers. Borson will always be capitalized as He, Him, His. together -They, Their. other will be pres...
