De-mensions II

A Tribute to Alt-J

 

“The Lust for Death consumes me…”

 

My word, she is beautiful. The window hazes over in cigarette smoke as I watch her, weaving her way through the tables, graceful as a swan. A short, snug dress that does her full justice. Oh yes, it does. The neckline plunges into the deep niche between perfect, round breasts. Would make a man yearn to taste them; unravel her secrets. Her hips sway in rhythm as she walks on slim high heels. Stilettos, I believe they are called. A stiletto it will be for you, my love…

 

I can feel my own arousal as I watch her – vivacious, unblushing, with her stunninthe_eyes_of_everyone_s_favorite_serial_killer_by_aurormish-d6diyh2gly beautiful face and her flashing green eyes. A mass of sable hair that falls in a sheet of silk down her slender back; makes me want to grab the length of it as I ram myself into her. I can see my feelings mirrored in the eyes of the men around as they sweet-talk her. The pack of hungry wolves, waiting eagerly to devour her. They’ll nosh you up, my sweet. But I won’t let them. You have a special purpose – oh, so special!

 

I can see myself holding you close, as I caress your beautiful form. I wish I didn’t have to tie you up, though; wish I could feel you caress me as I drain the life – slowly, lovingly, out of you. I shall start with your face, my love… A slice along that fantastic bone structure; one each below your eyes. Perhaps I shall keep them – a souvenir. Your lipstick does your mouth no justice. Lips that lovely must be ripe and plump with the hue of blood, smiling, scorching he who touches them, as they gush it all out. One burn, one red, one grin…

 

Your shoulders, your dainty arms await my touch – the touch of my blade as it liberates the fluid you. The tantalizing recess between your full breasts is for me and me alone to explore, as I inhale the fragrance of your beauty, and plunge my knife into its depths. Your navel shall be carved lovingly, darling; the supple flesh would feel so very fresh in my mouth as it oozes the taste of you from every pore…

 

The entrance to pure paradise… I wonder what it would feel like, tasting the soft, sweet flesh between your legs. I can almost sense the blood pouring through the gashes into my waiting hands, filled with the sweet scent of you. And I shall drink the potion from Heaven, as it floods out of the core of your womanhood – the prism of ethereal light. I’ll give it all I can, love. Every stroke, every caress you ever dreamed of. After all, triangles are my favourite shape…

 

Your hips, your thighs, your ankles will all make a marvelous canvas for someone as artistic as me. Ah, the thought of streaming my blade through the plump tissue of youth fills me with unmitigated desire. And I desire you, my sweet. The fresh fountain of warm, delicious fluid spurting out of you…

 

It’s a pity I don’t like bones; I bet yours would be delectable. I’ll leave some of your flesh on them when I bid farewell at the sea; chunks of you will sink down to the seals – a feast. Go alone, my flower… They await dinner, as do I.

 

Time to turn on the charm, baby.

Let’s tessellate…

 

Check De-mensions Part I here

Check De-mensions Part III here

About Arpita Gargesh

Arpita is a believer in potential - positive or negative, with her feet firmly rooted in Reality and her mind soaring in the Surreal... She aims at attaining true Balance, within and without. Writing is her expression of all she perceives; exploring her mind, her senses and her environment.

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