Drabble/Poem
Feb. 25th, 2009 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nursedarryTitle: A Different Game (now with amazing artwork by the gifted ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dirty_darella
Rating: PG
Word Count: 81
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and are used as work of fiction. No money being made from this. No harm, no foul.
~*~
One hand reaching out then grasped by another.
Bodies slamming together, falling through rough canvas to the ground- warmer here without the wind but noisy from the crowd above.
Hands with supple fingertips and rough palms pulling at robes, at hair; a different prize.
A bewildered query, an incoherent response, a lusty truce.
Insistent tongues sliding against lips and into mouths, the frenzied clutching of hidden flesh.
A lifetime passes. Then—
A familiar voice asking who is holding what they seek.
~*~
dirty_darellaRating: PG
Word Count: 81
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and are used as work of fiction. No money being made from this. No harm, no foul.
~*~
One hand reaching out then grasped by another.
Bodies slamming together, falling through rough canvas to the ground- warmer here without the wind but noisy from the crowd above.
Hands with supple fingertips and rough palms pulling at robes, at hair; a different prize.
A bewildered query, an incoherent response, a lusty truce.
Insistent tongues sliding against lips and into mouths, the frenzied clutching of hidden flesh.
A lifetime passes. Then—
A familiar voice asking who is holding what they seek.
~*~
