Warm hands trail like fire over cold skin, burning, caressing, setting off sparks of ecstasy that linger then fade.
Hands flit through hair like dancers in a studio, pulling, twisting, always gentle, but always there.
Legs tangle together like strands in a tapestry, over and under, trapping yet freeing all at once.
Eyes meet shining like dew on a spiderweb, sea blue and sea green, asking for more time to waste, to share.
Lips embrace like forbidden lovers, sinful and pure, laughing into each others mouths at the secrecy of it all.
Feet sway like trees in a storm, strong and steady, the only part still grounded against the rush of the wind.
Ears find footsteps like a funeral drum, close but distant, in another time apart from this small room.
Fingers twitch like deer in the headlights, deliberate and furtive, whispering a last goodbye to someone never seen again.
A/n: Cross posted from my Tumblr, written for the Femslash February event, and because I love this pairing.