fallen into
the crook of his arm
chin rest
wrapped in him
Tag: romance
An Intimate Lokean Devotional
“I’m the Baker, and I’d like to frost your cupcakes.” One eyebrow twitches.
He mirrors my grin, hands on his hips.
“Good. It’s settled then. Try not to move. This is delicate work.”
Loki warns.
I fail immediately, of course.
The Tower
lays me out
I never belonged there
He breaks my descent
it’s not over or begun,
mid sentence
His lips part with mine
tears open my eyes
I watched
cerulean frozen caps
thaw behind his irises
ice cream
serving
melting
in my arms
flower hidden
crinkle tingles
prickle skin
shadow peak
sparking flint
romantic kiss
our love
slow mist risen
from flower pistil
breath to breath
kissing teeth