Love Cassette III

Azure eyes gazed back at him with a false sense of demure innocence. Long blonde lashes framing deep oceanic waters that always drown Ethan in its depths. Strawberry punch colored lips jutting forth in a practiced and elegant pout to fully frame her blushed covered cheeks. Lies, lies lies, he thought but, ignored as he slammed his lips against her's to silence those thoughts.

It was a practiced dance the two shared as, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Hooked a leg around his waist. A dance that happened whenever the other felt needed. When one wanted to love and be loved but, couldn't. Animalistic at times and so, in tune to their own needs. It wasn’t love she claimed time and time again with a practiced vow as he claimed her lips again. Hot breaths puffing against sensitive skin. Teeth marking new found territory in the dead of night. Silent cries begging the heavens to open up.

They were a mess in this chaotic life they lived. No proper outline of what they can and should be as they fulfilled their inner desires in the dead of night. Monsters that felt too unloved by the growing population of what were considered normal people. They only had each other and for that reason she pushed him away in fear. Only knowing loss she didn't know how it felt to gain.

Fingers intertwined as lips crossed soft expanses. Sinful prayers whispered into each others ears only. Alyssa claim's it's a practice blush that dances upon her cheeks. She claims that it's all a part of her temptress act. That her heart has died long ago and therefore, there was no need to fear the idea that love has been planted.

Ethan, however, knew it was a lie. He pretended that he wasn't watering the seed's she dropped behind. Ethan kept the truth hidden past his throat as her tongue danced with his. He silenced his soul as she searched him with her gaze. She pretended to not know what he was doing every time he kissed her. Averted her gaze whenever he whispered adoring words to those flowers as life began to grow once more. Alyssa continued to deceive the deceiver as fear's roots held her trapped.

This wasn’t love she claimed, yet slowly jealousy and worry wormed their way in. She snapped when he payed attention to another. Lips chewed what was once, succulent lips in a frenzy worry when he did not return her attention. So, used to having him dangling by a chain she failed to realize he had weaved his trap. What started off as a simple game twisted into a battle royal. Neither willing to admit defeat in the temptress game as they swirled around each other. Pawns fighting with the lies and deceit they were raised in.

Two lovers in the dead of night wishing to reveal themselves to the sun. To the light they crave as one draped across the silken sheets in the dark. Her skin reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight. Marks littering her pale supple thighs and chest as it heaved while she gasped for breath. But, he was relentless in getting her to admit the truth. To show that it wasn't just all based on lust anymore.