≡ my heartbeat to your lies

"silence, is like a drug; a starving, omnipresent being; to be imagined, anticipated, pursued, lusted after - silence, it aches to be filled; and yet is mysterious and equally complacent. when i dream of silence, i listen for moans; screams; the thrash of violent, warm bodies slick with moist heat. the tender whispers shared between lovers as they exchange, kiss after frenzied kiss. silence - silence is like a lover: amorous, erotic and responsive. silence can be anything, both torment and gentle relief. reflective, dangerously soothing, like a sinful and forbidden temptation?but always wild with passion, so full of violent and unspoken need," her voice, laced in an exotic, scandinavian accent inundates in a fiercely, captivating tempo?ruinous, and elegantly beguiling?thrums softly; slides in a gentle and wanting hiss. lucrecia touches her own lips. tasting with her tongue, smoothing its glossy curve in a thirsting ardency; whispering in predacious eloquence, so affectionate it mirrored her lethal, unmerciful devotion. mesmeric, delighted to feast on the mistress' tempestuous resolve. to torment her with a desire so selfish, so obsessive, so pure, lucrecia yearned to feel?touch, taste?the sweetest revelation from her own lips.



she found her existence sublime, liberating; brinshana, an erotic and malevolent enchantress that buried lithe nails into the carnal residue of her aching flesh. parting skin and bone, meat and tissue, until cleaved wide in glorified abandon; revealing the memories of her immortal soul. brinshana evoked such a brutal, uncontrollable desire. inciting shameless wants; shameless satisfaction. she, breathed for this, screamed for this; a dark, unconventional beauty?devoid of guilt nor regret, living only in a language of love and unimaginable pleasure. "in silence, i can hear your breathing. feel your heart beating, as it thirsts between the shadows of your breast, " lucrecia whispers, enticing gently; her slender body folding, brushing delicately against brishana's swelling, and lascivious curves. their silhouette entwined in the darkness, touched in an evening chill casted by the moon. lucrecia drew nearer, drawn to her warmth; overwhelming, a sweet sigh leaves her lips. a delicate nail lifted, roaming in its svelte curve, longing to trace the contour of brinshana's chin. to caress the white witch in an embrace so tender, where lucrecia may press her mouth, hissing seductively against brinshaha's ear. "your heart?does it beat for me?"