Poetry Train…
Kissed By Gods
I sat, back against the sofa and stared out through the huge window. Black night reflected my image back at me. Shadows danced and rolled behind me. In them, I saw a flash of red and a glimmer of gold.
Triumph swelled in me. This was what I wanted. An encounter with the others. Creatures out of nightmares and daydreams. I wanted them to touch me. I wanted them to fuck me. I needed them to taste me.
As I watched, they emerged, forming out of the light and dark swirling around the room I sat in. One was as dark as night. The other as bright as day. No words were spoken. None were needed. I had been to this point before and knew what would happen next.
The golden one urged me to my feet. He supported me until the dark one’s claws grabbed my hips. The golden one dropped to his knees in front of me and licked from the base to the crown of my cock.
The dark one clasped me tight to his body. One arm acted as a band around my chest, imprisoning me. The other hand searched and plunged fingers into my hole. My cries crashed unheeded through the air.
They claimed me. One with his mouth. The other with his cock. When the dark one thrust into my tight passage, he buried his gleaming teeth into my neck. I moaned, spilling both blood and seed at once.
The golden one swallowed my seed like it was the sweetest ambrosia to him. His glistening eyes held mine and I saw all the hope of heaven there. He was the reason I endured the pain.
I learned I could not have pleasure without pain. I couldn’t have light without dark. I couldn’t have love without hate. There was no good without evil.
I never knew how long I remained caught between the golden creature and the dark one. I knew only that as the sun rose and I had been drained of nearly all my essence, they left. They eased back into the other side of the world from which they had come.
I managed to open my eyes to slit as the key scraped in the lock and the front door of my apartment opened. I ignored the cries of my partner and searched out glimpses of gold.
“You’re going to rehab. I can’t take this anymore.”
The words meant nothing to me. As I was dragged from the room, I caught a flash of red and a glimmer of gold. I was addicted to being kissed by gods.
Check out Rhian’s blog to see who else jumped on the train this week.
13 Responses “Poetry Train…”
Actually, I was reading it that the beings were ACTUALLY coming to him and all his partner could make out was that it had to be delusional. Love this:
“His glistening eyes held mine and I saw all the hope of heaven there. He was the reason I endured the pain.”
Can totally see that look!
I’m with Anne D., and then some. This is revealing. And beautiful. Really enlightening.
Please tell me it’s not something you’ve experienced yourself, TA.
Yeah, what Rhi said, scary and gorgeous. Awesome story.
Thank you, everyone. This scene went deeper and darker than I planned when I started it.
Tempest, I hope you stop back by and read the scene, but I can’t blame you for drooling. He is yummy.
WOW! *Shiver* on so many levels. I really hope and pray that you have not personally experienced that darkness. The hole can be sooo very deep and sometimes you feel that the light will never be there for you again.
Yvonne
Okay, I was drooling too much over the hot naked guy. I’ll come back and read this when I stop ogling the hunk.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!……..HOLY SHIT!…………eep……..all that………
I am totally blown away. You have a gift for making your readers see beneath the surface, drawing them into something that they would have never have thought twice about. It definitely makes you think about the reasons for addiction and why someone would put themselves through the physical agonies.
I have to agree with Rhian scary gorgeous! I’ve always wondered what people see/feel in their altered stated that drags them back to drugs and the pain of cutting etc. This is definitely a dark look at what I might find.
Absolutely Incredible TA!
What a story for halloween. I enjoyed it very much.
I have no words…
Telling you I loved it doesn’t seem to be enough, but that’s all I can come up with.
Wow TA! That’s dark and scary AND gorgeous on many levels. Love the ending with the implications of sacrificing self for the vision.