How 'D You Do That

You found it. You found what took years to hide, so deep within my fortress that I forgot it could be felt. Now knarled trees spring to life as the chest is cracked open and the first bits of air seep in. A glow has cascaded over this place of desparity as cracked, dry ground seems to heal and flourish. The vines that entangled my gates shut crack and wither, as this light touches them. With the slightest effort you willing open them, allowing a breeze in that snuffs the silence and disapates the mist that clung to the air like a disease. Hands that caused pain with quill and ink, now float over parchment as new feelings spray forth from their fingertips leaving a sweet, almost seductive scent in the air, that twists my appetite from minds to flesh, (yours) of which I feast apon savagely as you make an offering of yourself to the beast within. When alone I sit, I can see your gray-blue eyes sparkle as thoughts pass through your mind, so fast and so many you can't voice them all. When I close my eyes I can see your flaxon hair silouette your long, slender, firm body in the dark light. I can feel your soft silky skin in my mouth and I shudder when I think of the way it tastes as I kiss, suckle, and bite every inch of your body.