I Love to Write
Soft hands caressed my cheeks. She held me steady and leaned into my ear. She whispered, "Tell me something beautiful."
I thought for a moment enchanted by her sound. Red and warm like fire. Her touch sent electricity through me, which brought an image to my blindness. "I see the sun warming your skin. Your perspiration falling to the sands beneath you. Sounds like the purest rain. And when I touch you: your bottom lip feels like velvet, your hair silk. When I hear you I am in flames. Crimson and light intertwined together forming a braided fire. You burn me in desperation."
She grinned, though I couldn't see it.
"Succubus."
I thought for a moment enchanted by her sound. Red and warm like fire. Her touch sent electricity through me, which brought an image to my blindness. "I see the sun warming your skin. Your perspiration falling to the sands beneath you. Sounds like the purest rain. And when I touch you: your bottom lip feels like velvet, your hair silk. When I hear you I am in flames. Crimson and light intertwined together forming a braided fire. You burn me in desperation."
She grinned, though I couldn't see it.
"Succubus."
