time

Time is an erotic being. It lounges at the corners of the mid brain. So, you see, it knows, and it transmutes. Time crawls out of your mind to physical form in a slow and lethargic way, while you wait, stealing glances at the moon’s glow. It loves that your nervousness can be watched through your restless movements, sweaty palms, and glistening skin. Then once Time has fully taken form, it mulls at the sight of your human and how it matches little of what it witnessed in your mind. It saw how you had the imagination to create it because your deepest desire was truly destruction. One that will be palpable and drenched in pleasure. So, a lustful glit escaped its’ eyes as it saw your cowardice. How delicious, you both thought. Time lunges at you at a speed unfamiliar in your world and this excitement raises the hairs on your skin. You let yourself indulge in the last moments of familiar, closing your lids to what will be yesterday. You now feel the heavy pressure that is Time on you, pressing your weight to the ground. You feel air hinge in your throat, escaping as gasps. Time moans at this exchange. It whispers to you soft swirls of your name, making your ear tingle with ecstatic cravings. You lean into it. So, Time uses the opportunity to access the other corner of your neck, your veins so bulbous, raised by all the enthrall you feel. It uses its tongue first to intermingle with the salty sweats of your skin, to play with the softness of your human flesh. Almost as if it could sense you wanting more of it, it loses its’ grip. Raising now to look at you and you immediately understood your role. It sticks two fingers into your mouth, and you suck on them, parched. It lowers itself and kisses you, and your tongue garnered for more. Pushing yourself into the kiss, more and more, ravishing all that you humanly could take from this being. Which you realize, not much. And with this awareness, you’re met with the terrifying smile plastered on Time’s face, which soothes you into remembering. Time leans into your neck once more, baring its teeth, and you close your eyes. You feel external warmth coming from your windows, and you know, tomorrow has arrived.

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Until next time,

Uche