Cryptic Fiction

Welcome to Cryptic Fiction, a place where the unexpected becomes the expected. Here you will discover limitless imagination, with a dash of darkness to spice things up. Break boundaries, explore the extreme, and journey to the other side. Step out of the day and smile at the night. Don't worry, the night will smile back. It's been waiting for you your entire life...
The Storm




I dream the storm;
My mind consumed-confounded
With thoughts of smoldering eyes
Sensual, as the burning pyre
Of desire entices me, entreats me
To unravel the mystery
Of the flesh that lies beneath silk
While betwixt tenant and intent
Twin souls seek sublime release.

I dream the storm;
As a quarter till midnight
The silent space between breaths
Is naught but the little death
Hurried, enraptured, insistent
Arched back, curved delicate thighs
A whimper, a moan, a wordless exchange
While full and luscious lips kiss playfully
And exultation, like a shadow,  greets the dawn.

And so it is, that I dream the storm...
  

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