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Your voice comes to me through the black glittery light. It circles around me and I feel the breathed words against my neck. The vowels moan in your throat. The sound of it vibrates on mine.
‘Come and court me’, I exhale.
A groan comes from inside your chest that strikes me like a like a lightning bolt. Electricity runs wild under my skin, throughout my whole body. I shiver in the darkness and fall on my knees.
A sibilant murmur hums in my ears. My breathing wheezes as I gasp for air.
Your voice now thunders in a flat note, hitting the walls and ricocheting back against my body. I bend forward and surrender to its power. Nothing but music, nothing but your voice, your whispers, flows in my veins. You own me. I am yours.
- by ___MR HEATHCLIFF___ |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 02/22/2009 |
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- Title: A Glam Scene
- Artist: ___MR HEATHCLIFF___
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Description:
I pictured this when i was listening to some glam rock.
The narrator's gender is ambiguous for you to picture it as it suits you best.
Hope you enjoy it, even though its just a short-piece. - Date: 02/22/2009
- Tags: glam rock scene music dark
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