"Sweet Surrender"
by John Amaruso
As she dug her black tipped fingernails into the contours of his skin, he felt shivers. The sensation echoed through his body like a thousand ripples in a calm sea from a stone's impact. Naturally gliding down his bare torso, the top of her blood red dyed hair was all he could see. Inching her way down towards the region of immorality, his breathe became heavy and involuntary. The clawing of another person's hands at his belt sends flashes of warmth through his being.
With eyes green as the snake's scale, her ominous gaze and seductive aura was enough to succumb the best of men into a world of misfortune. Her lips part only for a moment to give way to a luminescent smile. A smile of perfect temptation.
A gentle peck of her ruby red lips upon his stomach. The clicks and clatters from a stereo playing from the other room fill the ambiance with much needed tranquility. Twisting and turning, the air felt as though it was tangible, edible, something of substance.
A mutter of sweet nothings part from her lips. He smiles and lets out a small gasp of bliss as she begins the process of his surrender. The top of her blood red dyed hair was all he could see. The gentle but firm grasp of her intentions took hold of his essence.
A feeling of misconduct and wrong coalesced into a pool in the back of his head. Remaining there, stagnant and filthy, the pool was a reminder of his indecency. A never ceasing immorality directed his body and corrupted his brain.
Her black tipped fingernails dig into his chest as she performs what he has procured. Her snake scale eyes look down upon him, matched with a luminescent smile of temptation. A grin and an outlet of joy sneaks its way out of the corners of her lipstick drenched lips.
She pauses for a moment to assess her partner. He notices the sense of insecurity and cautious inquiry about to pass through her teeth. Like a fish beneath the water, her words are drowned in the pool of his immorality.
The static is all encompassing, preventing her words from penetrating. His eyes close and open with the quickness of a man fleeing a crime scene. The music from the other room suddenly becomes much louder than it had been moments ago when it served as the background to this forbidden scene.
His reflexes push her to the other side of the bed. Gathering his scattered belongings and placing them back into the proper places among his persons, he makes no recognition of her presence. She sits with sheets covering her lack of decency. Her snake scale eyes, opened wide and baffled, she repeats the same question over and over. He doesn't react with any sort of humanity.
He reaches into his pocket and lays down on the end table double what is owed.
"I can't do this." he says.
His exit from the room is sealed with the closing of the door behind him, and a frozen frame of a woman sitting upright on a bed, dazed, confused, and left with nothing less than solitude.
by John Amaruso
As she dug her black tipped fingernails into the contours of his skin, he felt shivers. The sensation echoed through his body like a thousand ripples in a calm sea from a stone's impact. Naturally gliding down his bare torso, the top of her blood red dyed hair was all he could see. Inching her way down towards the region of immorality, his breathe became heavy and involuntary. The clawing of another person's hands at his belt sends flashes of warmth through his being.
With eyes green as the snake's scale, her ominous gaze and seductive aura was enough to succumb the best of men into a world of misfortune. Her lips part only for a moment to give way to a luminescent smile. A smile of perfect temptation.
A gentle peck of her ruby red lips upon his stomach. The clicks and clatters from a stereo playing from the other room fill the ambiance with much needed tranquility. Twisting and turning, the air felt as though it was tangible, edible, something of substance.
A mutter of sweet nothings part from her lips. He smiles and lets out a small gasp of bliss as she begins the process of his surrender. The top of her blood red dyed hair was all he could see. The gentle but firm grasp of her intentions took hold of his essence.
A feeling of misconduct and wrong coalesced into a pool in the back of his head. Remaining there, stagnant and filthy, the pool was a reminder of his indecency. A never ceasing immorality directed his body and corrupted his brain.
Her black tipped fingernails dig into his chest as she performs what he has procured. Her snake scale eyes look down upon him, matched with a luminescent smile of temptation. A grin and an outlet of joy sneaks its way out of the corners of her lipstick drenched lips.
She pauses for a moment to assess her partner. He notices the sense of insecurity and cautious inquiry about to pass through her teeth. Like a fish beneath the water, her words are drowned in the pool of his immorality.
The static is all encompassing, preventing her words from penetrating. His eyes close and open with the quickness of a man fleeing a crime scene. The music from the other room suddenly becomes much louder than it had been moments ago when it served as the background to this forbidden scene.
His reflexes push her to the other side of the bed. Gathering his scattered belongings and placing them back into the proper places among his persons, he makes no recognition of her presence. She sits with sheets covering her lack of decency. Her snake scale eyes, opened wide and baffled, she repeats the same question over and over. He doesn't react with any sort of humanity.
He reaches into his pocket and lays down on the end table double what is owed.
"I can't do this." he says.
His exit from the room is sealed with the closing of the door behind him, and a frozen frame of a woman sitting upright on a bed, dazed, confused, and left with nothing less than solitude.
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