(no subject)
Pandora, if you were mine, I'd swallow you whole. I'd take you down between warmth of tongue and lips and the sharp glint of teeth. I'd paint you; my fingertips and the lines of my palms as brushes. I'd hold your breath for you--catching it inside of me, my chest fluttering like a squal. If you'd close your eyes, I'd hold you to sleep; I'd give you stars to steer by--mine. I'd forsake my own and give to you the red that flows through, dark and warm and surging. I'd smile. I might dream of something again. If you took my hand and held it against your temple, sweetness, I'd wipe your tears away...