Passion’s Pyre

Music pounded above the chatter

the beat louder than the melody

but she swayed to it.

 

Downing her whiskey in a chug

she rose from the table

and danced to the center of the writhing bodies.

 

Surrounded on all sides

she twirled her lithe form

like a lustful seductress.

 

Sex filled the air as she danced.

Warm, liquid, and kinky.

Begging behind the bars of it’s cage.

 

His electric touch summoned her.

The promise of fulfillment

on his velvet lips.

 

Pulled into a dark room

She tasted the sweet liquer

Of his passion.

 

Wrapped about his waist

he pounded at her chains

and she moaned for freedom.

 

Her nails dug into his shoulders

Desperate to hold on

Drawing a groan from him.

 

Sweat beaded on their foreheads

Its scent beneath the musk of need

And in a cry they succumbed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very Short Stories, Week 5

Hello again! My promised Monday post of my very short stories for the week, and I hope you enjoy them!

The ‘#’ in front of the one word means it was the prompt word for that day, and there were some really tricky ones this past week. Still, I managed to rise to the challenge, and enhance my vocabulary by working something out.

To my fellow Canadians, hope your are enjoying the long weekend, and Victoria’s Day! My husband and I are setting off some fireworks tonight (in hopes of shrinking our far too large collection).

Anyways, take care of yourselves!

 

May 14th

The body lay there, #supine, in the grassy knoll, and haunted eyes stared towards the starry skies. Blood outlined the corpse in a crimson aura, morbid yet beautiful.

Howls of wolves echoed through the night, an eerie song to mourn the dead under a moonless night.

 

May 15th

Music pounded above the chatter, the beat louder than the melody, but she swayed to it. Downing her whiskey in a chug, she rose from the table, and danced to the center of the writhing bodies. Surrounded on all sides, she twirled her #lithe form like a lustful seductress.

 

May 16th

A roar echoed through the stone cavern, drowning out the sound of hooves. What the… he thought, and aimed his flashlight’s beam towards the noise. It lit up the source, revealing a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and its prehensile snake tail.  #Chimera! he screamed and ran

 

May 17th

The #flotsam spanned the better part of a mile. Fires burned idly on barrels and pieces of wood strewn about the waves. The clear waters showed the vessel beneath, ripped asunder by cruel whims. Only one thing stood out to the ship that happened upon it; no bodies.

 

May 18th

Dust filled the wind, swirling to and fro in its grasp. It filled the lungs of the townspeople, and they hacked to rid themselves of its dryness.

Clouds filled the sky in the early evening hours, and rain fell to the ground in a sudden fury. The #petrichor was welcomed.

 

May 19th

Walking past the Bath and Body Works store was excruciating for them. The fragrant products had a strong #sillage, and rid the oxygen from the space. The scents clashed, waging war in their nostrils, and all that would come from it was a headache.

 

May 20th

His fingers brushed the side of her cheek as he placed a wayward strand behind her ear. She sucked in her breath, sensing his hesitation, and shivered in delight when his lips found hers at last.

The #myriad of voices in her head were silenced in that brief moment.