Tom
Every night, she curled herself into the arch of his back; nestled into his thoracic and minding the spurs.
Whilst he slept, she allowed her edges to relax, tangling within the whispers escaping from his dreams.
Puuskatte.
She wondered where he went at night, his back arched and body bare. His creative hands would clench sometimes and she couldn’t help herself enough to stop; she’d gently paw at his knuckles, teasing them to open.
At sunrise, his eyes would contain the chimera leftovers and she could smell it; the eventide he’d passed through, the stubborn yesterdays that only dared to return at night.
In the morning light, curled on a window seat with a view of possibility, she blinks her eyes slowly at the over sleeping moon, still dangling in the sky, too heavy to slide away and full of the wishes of an ordinary man.
© ryan
Comments
beautiful
so beautifully animated. ;-) xox
tender and beautifully romantic.
and I have such a glorious vision of the ocean lapping at my feet. xx
Beautiful, tender, with a hint of longing for an even deeper intimacy – to be under the skin, to wander in the dreams of the one you love. Evocative and lovely!
good God.. this really takes my breath away.. ( I have never said this comment to anyone)
_Whilst he slept, she allowed her edges to relax, tangling within the whispers escaping from his dreams.~
I feel this in my bones…
Good gawd! You really nailed this one. So much with so little. Excellent!
so tender….
I tom cat kinda man who curls up to dream ….. your a bliss writer of mood and feeling Nic…
A pleasure to read and feel the curl of the dreams in this …XXX
Positively enchanting, hung on every word…
such beautiful imagery and emotion is drawn from this.