the flooring burns
my skin
warming me right up
the flooring burns
my skin
warming me right up
my love
pour me out
swallow me down
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“I want a life where I sleep, eat, drink, and play as I need to, and I work because I like to,” I tell him wistfully, daydreaming.
“You already have that, Love. Just listen to your body and your heart as they speak to you,” Loki says.
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Your depravity is gorgeous, Love.
Spend some my way?” Loki says,
as I straighten in my seat,
his fire running up my spine.
Caught beneath the trickster’s gaze.
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Would you like me to spark your fantasies?” Loki asks.
I haven’t let myself fantasize in a long while, I realize.
“Fantasy is an important part of mating,” he says, voice thick like syrup.
Saliva fills my mouth.
my heart
gulps him in
swallowing deep
smiling lightning
down my body
I won’t sleep
miss your love
An Intimate Lokean Devotional
“Loki, I can’t.”
His hands tangle with mine over my head, my back pressed against the wall.
“I want you to. I’m asking you to feel for me as I feel for you.”
“I don’t know how.”
“I’ll show you how.”
His mouth over mine, warm and sweet.
My body understands what he means.
my voice flicks
flames lick
caressing his tired ears
attention stunned
lovingly corrupted
cedar against
my fresh skin
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