Want To Kiss Ellie All Over Her Hands. Bite And Print Reminders Of A Deep-seated Appreciation For Nature;

want to kiss ellie all over her hands. bite and print reminders of a deep-seated appreciation for nature; for flesh and bone. let convictions of decorum rot away as you prove them inessential, making even the quietest bird sing over your loving. trailing up her wrist, across the knuckles, bothering the palm. thank her for the callouses, the pockmarks, and other stories born violently with kisses softer than her defeated face. though, the lips, they become envious; for a fire is not satisfied until something has fed it. she needs you somewhere else.

small dimples pool in her cheeks each time it happens. always off-schedule, never unintentional. ellie found it long and winding to comprehend what made her hands so desireable to eat; they are not apples, they are not her lips—you should stray the summer and return to winter; end the vacations on her fingertips, and warm her cold, empty lips. of course, you ignore. repeat and ignore. kiss and kiss, and kiss. the room was never filled with such confused sounds before.

“hey, kinda need that hand right now,” she would claim, the oddments of an uncompleted sketch sitting still without a pencil caressing it. “please, babe?”

this life felt situated in a pastoral. idyllic, painless. she worked day to day on her biography of artistry; building up a stockpile of canvases, wearing through the guts of severeal sketchbooks until they rejected new modifications. it made her hand look nice. the muscled definitions. all that pinching and rolling and painting. no, her hand is yours to eat.

“mh-mn,” you hum and tighten authority on her wrist, pecking her thumb.

ellie giggles like you're a playful dog that will not let go. outwardly hating this—but inwardly loving this. “man, you're a nuisance.” you hear her chair creak and her breath come closer, the curls of a smile vibrant in her polite whispers just as her hand breaks free. “could you be less of one and just be normal about this?” fingers now inviting your mouth someplace else, a nudge that reads as: fuck, kiss me?