Thursday, November 12, 2009

thirstday's excerpt

In the darkness, they declared every moon phase their new favorite, wondrous.

They stood barefoot on creaky floors, and when they shed their garments, the day’s fatigue was shed with them. Their hands finally found something soft and they gripped hard, desperate not to lose it. Their lips brushed the curves of their daydreams, skin sweetened by perspiration now dried to a whisper, articulating their most excruciatingly personal fragrances.