like a god to an angel

miellat

Gently, fingers traced there way down my spine. Every bit of skin they followed left a sensation only made when a flock of birds suddenly decided to fly away. My skin sung hymns of melodies as his holy fingers made their way past every bit of flesh. Every fibre in my existence ached for the ability to make music for his pleasure. His rough calloused fingertips went back up to the places they had already traced, the places that caused my being to shiver and collapse helplessly into him.
He told me I felt like warm chocolate melted upon a strawberry. I told him the strawberry was his to do what he wanted with it. With that, his sculpted arms forced me into a warm vibrant grasp. In the moment I was his and he was mine. Or rather, I was every bit of his and he was only a bit of mine. I sunk into his existence, holding onto my breath, scared that if release it, I'll blow this all away.
My back laid upon his warm chest, his chest laid on top of my cold dull back. We communicated through touch, if I moved out of place, almost out of his grasp, his glorious arms would tense and punish my delicate being into a war against a god, almost demanding that I stay but continued to mention that it'd be alright if I decide to leave. A sensation so powerful it made me helpless; however, I knew that in the morning it would be gone, forever. Flying away with the flock of birds that's suddenly decided not to stay.
"Don't go." I stated.
"I must." He breathed.
"I say you stay."
"And so I'll  stay."
"And so you'll stay?"
"And so I'll stay."
And so he'll stay. I had him between my fingers for the very first time. He obeyed my command like a sheep to his Shepard, I felt in control and yet I felt more vulnerable than ever before. I wanted him to be of me. I wanted him to speak to me the way a god would speak to an angel.