Death’s Caress
R.D. Ward
Jeffery looked up into the swirling eyes of his lover, overtaken with passion. He pulled her body closer to his, relishing in the strangeness of her pressing against him, and kissed her firmly upon the lips once more. While they were pressed together the boundary between their souls seemed to slip away and they melted into one being.
It had been a long time since Jeffery had felt this way, and he closed his eyes as he relished in the feeling. He felt her hands upon the front of his clothing, pulling him closer, still. The world around them swirled into nothing twice and back again. All sense of time was cast away from them, as they seemed to exist on a realm of being unattainable by anyone other than the pair of them.
She ground her hips into his, and he back against hers, a sigh passing through his lips. She breathed it in just as it left his lips, the both of them falling in love with the closeness that they felt. He felt her fingers at his waist, her nails running softly over his flesh as she raised his shirt over his head.
She took his hands in hers, and guided them to the front of the pale gray wisp of a gown she was clad in, where he eagerly pulled the cloth in such a way as exposed her pale chest. She sighed softly and this time, he took it in, and he pulled her closer for another kiss.
He wrapped his arm around her, in so doing pushed the gown completely free from her shoulders, so that the entire garment was bunched around her waist, leaving the rest of her body unclad. He gasped slightly at the feel of her bare flesh against his, and once more relished in the strangeness of it all.
He felt her lips upon his neck and sighed once more. She planted three kisses there before sliding further down his body and planting three across his chest. She lowered herself still further, where she kissed his stomach and he felt her fingers slipping within the hem of his pants.
A few eternal seconds later, the last of his clothes were away and he felt her lips upon his flesh once more. He let a quivering breath at the feeling of her tongue upon his skin, and ran a hand through her ebon hair with yet another sigh.
Then, she was atop him once more, and they shared the only closeness not yet tasted by them on this night, and the world became vibrant again. It seemed as though Jeffery had spent the last twenty years in sunglasses, and was having them removed for the first time.
The world around them shook, and they held on tight for what seemed like hours, a cacophony of passionate noises escaping their lips in unison. They once more looked into each others eyes each lost within the other. She took his hand and rose up from the bed.
Jeffery ignored the cold feeling in his hand as he had ignored it upon the rest of his anatomy, and ran his eyes over the form of his wife, as she stood there in gray-blue nudity, and the thought of returning the bed fled his mind entirely. His wife walked away, holding his own spectral, bluish gray hand, and he followed, not even turning around to watch the old man’s heart monitor flatline.
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R.D. Ward is a dark fantasy writer and poet residing in Denton, Texas.
R.D. Ward
Jeffery looked up into the swirling eyes of his lover, overtaken with passion. He pulled her body closer to his, relishing in the strangeness of her pressing against him, and kissed her firmly upon the lips once more. While they were pressed together the boundary between their souls seemed to slip away and they melted into one being.
It had been a long time since Jeffery had felt this way, and he closed his eyes as he relished in the feeling. He felt her hands upon the front of his clothing, pulling him closer, still. The world around them swirled into nothing twice and back again. All sense of time was cast away from them, as they seemed to exist on a realm of being unattainable by anyone other than the pair of them.
She ground her hips into his, and he back against hers, a sigh passing through his lips. She breathed it in just as it left his lips, the both of them falling in love with the closeness that they felt. He felt her fingers at his waist, her nails running softly over his flesh as she raised his shirt over his head.
She took his hands in hers, and guided them to the front of the pale gray wisp of a gown she was clad in, where he eagerly pulled the cloth in such a way as exposed her pale chest. She sighed softly and this time, he took it in, and he pulled her closer for another kiss.
He wrapped his arm around her, in so doing pushed the gown completely free from her shoulders, so that the entire garment was bunched around her waist, leaving the rest of her body unclad. He gasped slightly at the feel of her bare flesh against his, and once more relished in the strangeness of it all.
He felt her lips upon his neck and sighed once more. She planted three kisses there before sliding further down his body and planting three across his chest. She lowered herself still further, where she kissed his stomach and he felt her fingers slipping within the hem of his pants.
A few eternal seconds later, the last of his clothes were away and he felt her lips upon his flesh once more. He let a quivering breath at the feeling of her tongue upon his skin, and ran a hand through her ebon hair with yet another sigh.
Then, she was atop him once more, and they shared the only closeness not yet tasted by them on this night, and the world became vibrant again. It seemed as though Jeffery had spent the last twenty years in sunglasses, and was having them removed for the first time.
The world around them shook, and they held on tight for what seemed like hours, a cacophony of passionate noises escaping their lips in unison. They once more looked into each others eyes each lost within the other. She took his hand and rose up from the bed.
Jeffery ignored the cold feeling in his hand as he had ignored it upon the rest of his anatomy, and ran his eyes over the form of his wife, as she stood there in gray-blue nudity, and the thought of returning the bed fled his mind entirely. His wife walked away, holding his own spectral, bluish gray hand, and he followed, not even turning around to watch the old man’s heart monitor flatline.
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R.D. Ward is a dark fantasy writer and poet residing in Denton, Texas.
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