Porcelain skin, unblemished by scars or any other markings; smooth and soft it expanded over her entire body, waiting to be touched.

Roaming eyes observe her every move, clumsy and graceful, forever polite and kind.

He wanted to take a bite and savour her, to mark the unblemished flesh and taste her fruit.

Sweat clinging to his forehead and nape, fire running through his veins and churning at the pit of his stomach.

Dig his fingers around her forearm, press body against hers, bury his face at the neck and inhale.

Supple and soft underneath his hand, submissive and wanting she would crave him and him alone.

Trembling and clenching; he could only watch in anticipation and yearning. The forbidden fruit ready for the taking.

Calling out for him, her eyes would be pleading to be saved, to be taken. Clinging and desperate, she would tear his clothes, she would give and give.

And he would take and take, watch as she calls out in abandon. Hands roaming all over, heat over taking.

Gasping for breath, arching forward and grasping the cool sheets from underneath he could only dream and yearn.

She was his, he couldn't let her leave. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Hands snake around small, fragile, neck. Glistening pallid windows to a fragile soul stare.

Take a bite into the flesh, red blemishing porcelain, legs wrapped around and clenching tightly.

His being exploded.


AN - song pairing: I know by David Lynch