The problem with souls is they have bodies: Mortal and ageing, tied bound trapped by life's conformity. The trouble in a soul is its guardian: Self-protecting, fallible frightened foe to itself. The torment of my soul is what it wants: You. And one dark soul is powerless to guard against a kindred … Continue reading Body and Soul
I didn’t expect it, that slip of your skin against mine as we walked, the summertime heat leaving your palm warm. Just the slightest of touches set a spark inside me, igniting my blood; it was the way your fingers encased mine leaving me simmering with desire and an anticipation I dare not express, even to myself. You were just making sure I was safe, weren’t you? Did you know that even the smallest brush of your skin against mine set my emotions in turmoil?
