HP: Shapes
Lily/Narcissa 102 words
The apparitions of Narcissa's past came in the shapes of her lover's body. There were the ovals of her eyes, there was the heart hidden against her mouth, the triangle between her legs, and the tear drop hollow of her throat.
The lines and curves they made together used to turn the sheets to a canvas. At night, they could beecome the willing inks of desire, sketching shapes of pleasure with the imprints they left for the morning, soft as brush strokes.
Lying next to her husband, Narcissa felt of clay, molded with the firmness of his grip and the rough squares of his hands.
The apparitions of Narcissa's past came in the shapes of her lover's body. There were the ovals of her eyes, there was the heart hidden against her mouth, the triangle between her legs, and the tear drop hollow of her throat.
The lines and curves they made together used to turn the sheets to a canvas. At night, they could beecome the willing inks of desire, sketching shapes of pleasure with the imprints they left for the morning, soft as brush strokes.
Lying next to her husband, Narcissa felt of clay, molded with the firmness of his grip and the rough squares of his hands.