Coming Alive

He stayed in the living room perfecting another masterpiece, while the wolves and their Lady visited upstairs. Such was the presence he had become invisible. And Nevvie did as was her newly adopted custom – she stayed curled up by his materials, as desirous of his constant touch as her mother. The wolves knew what lay next for me – the Goddess offered Her Lover when I strengthened, when I completely comprehended the journey. My hair was drenched in the humidity…my jewellery burned against bare skin…I walked in shiver and prowess, the downstairs lit only by wall sconce pillars.

His hands brought each tint to its Muse, his naked back etched into the dim flames, masking out his stature. You found Her, he whispered, back still to me, still immersed in his latest vision. I tiptoed across the room to press against him, arms reaching around his hips to slither up his chest. I only reached the nape of his neck – I’m ready to eat- he put down the oils and wiped off his hands.

He twisted around, held my arms grasping into him, digging into him, settled hard against my own firm hold. His eyes bore into mine – You’re alive, he mouthed, staring without much blinking. I pressed my tongue against the back of my top teeth, meeting his stare, my fingers slowly absorbing the lines of his throat………

Can I refuse his erection? Can it take second place?