lotrips, balance, PG - BB/OB
poetry ficlet, May 1, 2003.
Balance
Billy/Orlando, PG
Billy is dancing, spinning in slowsoft circles, pressed against flesh and cotton and silk. His eyes are half-lidded -- purry -- and every point of contact is warmhotheat spiraling to jerky fingertips, and running butter-soft nails over the roundtopped hills of his backbone, glitterflashing angles on the curve of shoulder blades. He splays his palms flat against the sweat slick silk, pushpulls towards his body. It's like falling into him, folding gently in, like Orlanbillydo, like Orbillylando, deepsafe and lazyheat like sandy summer afternoons where they waltzed with waveswaxwetsuits in softfocus blurriness on ground that wouldn't hold its shape under tantoes and thickheels and smoothpale arches. The flashslide of Billy's hips says "Catch" and Orlando never misses.
Balance
Billy/Orlando, PG
Billy is dancing, spinning in slowsoft circles, pressed against flesh and cotton and silk. His eyes are half-lidded -- purry -- and every point of contact is warmhotheat spiraling to jerky fingertips, and running butter-soft nails over the roundtopped hills of his backbone, glitterflashing angles on the curve of shoulder blades. He splays his palms flat against the sweat slick silk, pushpulls towards his body. It's like falling into him, folding gently in, like Orlanbillydo, like Orbillylando, deepsafe and lazyheat like sandy summer afternoons where they waltzed with waveswaxwetsuits in softfocus blurriness on ground that wouldn't hold its shape under tantoes and thickheels and smoothpale arches. The flashslide of Billy's hips says "Catch" and Orlando never misses.