Sinful Jade
Perhaps it is the salty taste savoring in her mouth but when I explore it I feel immune to the world outside of me. It is just her and I, wrapped in each other's arms. All that reaches my eardrums is the swaying of the water nearby. I let go of her, and she seems frail, delicate still as she shivers in my cloak. She tugs at my arm, and I am completely dazed. There is nothing to do but to obey her; there is nothing to do but to watch her. I follow her into the lake again, the chilling water rushing blood into my head, my cheeks and legs stinging with red, but I don't care, because she's laughing. Such a beautiful laugh she has. I've never heard her laugh before. It must've been a long time since she last laughed her. Her throat hardly ripples when she laughs, she tips her head back, her mouth lopsided a bit, and the beautiful sound wavers in the air for all to hear.
I reach underneath her cloak and she shivers in my grip, I don't know if it's the cold or me. My hands ponder the bare skin under her shirt and she leans against me, breathless. The water is forming bumps on my fingers, and she gives a content sigh. I let go of her for a moment and we both huddle into each other, plastered against each other for warmth. I release my hands and something flashes in her eyes as she blinks. I take hold of her chin once more, and give her a sweet, gentle kiss. She returns it gratefully, her sweet taste lingering in my tongue now. There's nothing I can think of but the way her hair feels against my hands. It's soaked, but I feel a rush go through me when the strands poke against between my fingers. I can feel excitement bubbling inside me as she lets go of my kiss, and puts her head into my chest, closing her eyes.
Yes, it has been a long time since she last laughed. And I made her laugh. I caused it. It was me.
I wrap my arms around her neck to support her balance, and pull the cloak more tightly against her. My teeth are clattering at the immense freeze, but it doesn't matter to me anymore. How long have I been waiting for this? Her red hair keeps reminding me that I am green and silver, but it doesn't even leave a pang in my chest anymore, because our colors are combining. I have her right where I want to, right in my clinging, clutching, never- ending embrace. And I am not letting her go.
Perhaps it is the salty taste savoring in her mouth but when I explore it I feel immune to the world outside of me. It is just her and I, wrapped in each other's arms. All that reaches my eardrums is the swaying of the water nearby. I let go of her, and she seems frail, delicate still as she shivers in my cloak. She tugs at my arm, and I am completely dazed. There is nothing to do but to obey her; there is nothing to do but to watch her. I follow her into the lake again, the chilling water rushing blood into my head, my cheeks and legs stinging with red, but I don't care, because she's laughing. Such a beautiful laugh she has. I've never heard her laugh before. It must've been a long time since she last laughed her. Her throat hardly ripples when she laughs, she tips her head back, her mouth lopsided a bit, and the beautiful sound wavers in the air for all to hear.
I reach underneath her cloak and she shivers in my grip, I don't know if it's the cold or me. My hands ponder the bare skin under her shirt and she leans against me, breathless. The water is forming bumps on my fingers, and she gives a content sigh. I let go of her for a moment and we both huddle into each other, plastered against each other for warmth. I release my hands and something flashes in her eyes as she blinks. I take hold of her chin once more, and give her a sweet, gentle kiss. She returns it gratefully, her sweet taste lingering in my tongue now. There's nothing I can think of but the way her hair feels against my hands. It's soaked, but I feel a rush go through me when the strands poke against between my fingers. I can feel excitement bubbling inside me as she lets go of my kiss, and puts her head into my chest, closing her eyes.
Yes, it has been a long time since she last laughed. And I made her laugh. I caused it. It was me.
I wrap my arms around her neck to support her balance, and pull the cloak more tightly against her. My teeth are clattering at the immense freeze, but it doesn't matter to me anymore. How long have I been waiting for this? Her red hair keeps reminding me that I am green and silver, but it doesn't even leave a pang in my chest anymore, because our colors are combining. I have her right where I want to, right in my clinging, clutching, never- ending embrace. And I am not letting her go.