An Unusual Meeting

Her lips were warm, sweet and moist with desire. her eyes closed; a soft and moaning whisper, tracing the curve of her tongue. Breathing, deeply, the raw incense of night?relishing the heat, the damp water as it kissed her aching curves and cold, white flesh. Touching and caressing, smoothing above her pale breasts to trail their lithe fingers into the slender contours of her abdomen, and supple ribcage. The water, as it bathed the luscious bodice of her angelic physique; her tender and delicate skin. Washing the blood and the bruises ? her love and heartache; their affections, and wildly, ardent misery ? rinsing her sins, her memories, in a coercive pull of translucent mist.

With a howl would she arise, fur dampened to the bone, pressed against bones to show the lean figure. Misery out casted the woman all to quickly, treading away from her activity to investigate the annoyance that had so rudely occurred. With a growl would the siren glide into the moons dim light, as it radiates her deceiving beauty. " You. What is that disturbance I hear ringing in my ears, make it stop before I tear out that tounge you behold." There was no mock, nor joke or feminine allure that would seduce the air. No, it was her awakening to shred such an abomination.