the flooring burns
my skin
warming me right up
the flooring burns
my skin
warming me right up
scald me
pinking
embarrassed
heating
beneath
my skin
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“You do not know to rest for pleasure, and you believe you must work for it instead of sinking down into your senses and enjoying them,” Loki says.
my love
pour me out
swallow me down
warm to touch
soft full skin
opened to tears
breath
the way pine tasted
magic slick
sharply wild
confluence met me
without pretense
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.
in the rain
hair soaked
and flattened
against my face
flame and water
steams my heart
my voice flicks
flames lick
caressing his tired ears
I watched
cerulean frozen caps
thaw behind his irises
ice cream
serving
melting
in my arms
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