@feudegivre ...⠀scent of the land, the only home he knew—and it was her. “I’m tired,” voice akin to a child sulking speaking in between the digging he made into her flesh, just like a nestling bird. “Yes, hug me, Julie. I want to be inside your loving arms. I’m your baby tonight.”
“Come here.” Delicate like the feathers of that angels, beseeching like he was in the middle of a prayer and he needed her to make him whole again, to crucify him, a sacrament as an acceptance of his being. Several light taps on the empty side of the bed beside was given,⠀...
@feudegivre Reaching his arms’ length her waist became the place both of his hands settled. Kiss melted and it intoxicated his heart in a way he would let her corrupted him. Then, a snuggle to her bosoms using his face and he sniffed out the scent exuding which he missed so much. The⠀...
...⠀aku, pada kakimu yang menapak itu dilahirkannya bintang-bintang yang menyerangku dengan gemerlapnya—gemerlapmu yang penuh kasih. Sementara aku menyakiskan diriku jatuh cinta lagi padamu, pada imajiner dirimu dalam isi kepalaku yang abadi.⠀▐
Sudah lama sekali kuperhatikan betapa piawainya kamu melangkah. Di hadapanku kamu berlalu dan kupikir aku sedang menyaksikan jetés terlembut setiap kali kamu berjalan. Lalu kamu meraih sesuatu di atas rak yang jauh itu seperti melakukan arabesque yang telaten. Seperti sudah⠀...
...⠀sudah amat sangat melelahkan, pun sama dengan merindukanmu. Kala merindu dirimu, setiap pompa jantungku aku seperti memberi makan dua tubuh. Satu adalah aku yang melawan dunia dan satu adalah aku yang melawan kamu dalam bayang-bayang pikiranku. Lalu-lalang kamu lewati⠀...
@2DimensiMenfess |⠀Semoga saya tidak terlalu terlambat! Izin menjatuhkan ‘Paddock’ sebagai kata kunci, jika boleh menggunakan EN namun INA juga tidak masalah. Skalanya adalah 2/5.
@feudegivre …⠀No one could stopped him and he would not freed his mouth from all the eulogies. “But I don’t want other people to see you in it. Wear it when I visit your place later.”
@feudegivre Only half of his face was flaunted under the dim light of the cockpit where he rested his phone on a stack of books. Lights were radiating bright from his phone, but the true dazzling one for him was the woman inside his phone. His starlight. “The most beautiful woman.”⠀…
@feudegivre “Mhm,” hoarse was the hum he intended as the greet, vowelizing the torture he had to suffer from not being able to breathe in the air around her scent. “You’re so beautiful as always,” it came as a whisper. Not related to her inquiry, intentionally. She was there barely doing⠀…