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Exquisite Corpse
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Friday, 6th January 2006 @ 04:24:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Can I eat you?
It was a simple question.
A mere four syllables; no embellishment of glamorous adjectives and nouns, no magnanimous trails of poetry to beautify. Just an inquiry of four little words spoken from rose lips, a tender beckoning to an inevitably monstrous end.
Genuinely, you could’ve said ‘No’, and walked away… Or not even have answered, you idiot! But… come to think of it… I really believe it wouldn’t have mattered.
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(Flashback)
The cool kiss of Winter still caressed the downy cheek of Spring. Green began to inhabit the bare, outstretched arms of trees, vibrant heads of yellow, red, and lavender awakened from a long slumber of icy solitude. The sky seemed to swallow you whole in its cerulean grandiosity. It was between the hours where the shadows leaned westward and the birds ceased their careless sonnets… Time was irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was HER; the love of my life, though, subsequently I discovered she wanted just that.
She stood idly near the iron gates, her face barely visible behind the dark veil of her hair, the white roses hanging limply in her hand greatly contrasting with the ebony gown she sported. The gentle shine of the satin very nearly resembled the gleam of her hair as she tilted her head with curiosity, looking at…
Me?
Improbable; she, so flawless a creature that the mere softness of her skin brought tears to my eyes, could not have even the slightest interest in a man like myself.
Oh, but she did, my oblivious friend… and she had the intention of keeping you forever… just not the way you thought it’d be.
Her head lowered faintly to the right, eyes cast downward and a coy smile playing on her irresistibly full lips. I think I would have done anything for her then…
My eyes grew heavy as if an eternal sleep was about to consume me, and I remember that I wanted to have them open forever, as long as I was gazing at her… However, the need became unbearable, and I blinked. A brief encompassment of utter darkness… and as I willed myself to open my eyes again,
I knew that it would be my last…
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He was… perfect, in every sense of the word. Delicate… beautiful… mortal. His hair was like a tosseled mound of chestnut colored silk, thick and lightly scented. A rebellious strand reclined on his furrowed brow as if a spent lover, calling for my fingers to brush it away. With such motherly tenderness I did this, relishing the feel of warm flesh under my lifeless hands. His eyelids fluttered, long lashes dancing rhythmically, and finally… the never-ending galaxies of his eyes.
I couldn’t tell what the exact color was… only that it was a magical blend of amber regret, jade desire, yellow uncertainty, and splashes of orange rage. I loved him with all of my un-beating heart then… and I knew that he had to die. “Who-” before he could finish, I placed an elegant finger on his lips.
“Shhhhh… Don’t speak. You mustn’t utter”- I paused and bent down to trace the fine crevices of his lips with my tongue- “a word…”
I felt his body quiver and crawl under the pressure of my mouth… of my hips… he was obedient, silent, though his flesh spoke to me. His bare chest whispered, “Rip me…”, his firm muscles cried to be filleted; every fiber of this god’s luscious form was to be sacrificed to me…
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The despicably alluring weight of her on top of me almost took away from the fact that my wrists and ankles were mercilessly bound to the iron posts of her torture bed. Almost. My mind was whirling with sickening curiosity, wondering if I should succumb to whatever this unnamed mistress had in store for me, or risk my life fighting against her wishes…
You know very well that either way… you shall be merely an exquisite corpse… because I can love nothing else…
Her voice, a tranquil requiem to my thundering heart, echoed through my head, embedding itself into my memory. I had forgotten her first demand, was rid of my fear (for an ephemeral moment…) and managed to whisper,
“What… ARE you?”
Her answer was only a smile, and that was all I needed. They glinted with demonic malice in the dying light of various torches; two small, yet threatening canine teeth, meticulously sharpened for the convenient use of desecrating flesh.
Oh, God… She’s a… a…
“Monster?” Another slow-spreading smile, canines glimmering with taunting glee. “Yes, but ‘monster’ is a very broad category, my dear. We are commonly known throughout the Emporium as, Vampyre.”
Her legs crushed my hips as she squeezed them and leaned in close, tongue flickering between eerily crimson lips, making it quite difficult to resist from stealing a kiss. She draped her luscious curtain of ebony curls on my chest as she teased my navel with agonizingly soft, wet kisses, translucent hands devouring my body with lovers’ caresses here, sadists’ burrowing of nails there. My reckless attempts to suppress the moans that now resonated throughout her chamber were all in vain. I hungered to touch, kiss, suckle, dominate every part of her inhumanly beautiful form until there was nothing left for her to give. However, being in the current position that I was in… I couldn’t lay one finger on her.
Her thumbs grazed my ribs, ascending to my taut nipples, tracing lazy circles around them. A small ecstatic whimper fled from my throat. I let my head bury itself deeper into the reassuring softness of a velvet pillow, offering the smooth line of my throat to her in supplication. Her lips fastened on the V of my collarbone, moved up my throat, lingering there. I could feel her lips curl to one of her sinister smiles. She suddenly pulled back, the mischievous gleam from her eyes was gone, leaving a terrifying intensity, flecked with bright candle points, hazed with lust so urgent it bordered pain.
“I hope you are prepared for whatever happens,” she told me. Her voice was dark with promise.
Between the blinding desire and my rising need for her touch, her kiss, her teeth… I whispered what I wanted at the moment:
“Anything…”
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A/N: To clear up any confusion, the bold/italicized phrases are the victims' thoughts, the normal text is him telling the story, the italicized phrases are the mistress's thoughts/story. And for those who are wondering... there WILL be a sequel to this. The question is... are you too full for another helping?
~S.
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FleurdeSang
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2006-01-06 16:24:43] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Exquisite Corpse
(User Rating: 1 ) by Nazmythian on
Saturday, 7th January 2006 @ 02:06:49 PM AEST (User
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Good lord !! I can only guess that you have stolen the ability to remark from everyone that has visited this exquisite piece. Steph ... this is over the top dark beauty at it's finest. I read three times and enjoyed each trip though your words. I am in eager anticipation of of an impending sequel and hope you have yet more even after ... enough for a seven course meal ? ... and desert afterwards ? LOL
Nazzy ~
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Re: Exquisite Corpse
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 7th January 2006 @ 09:43:55 PM AEST (User
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Beautiful and sensitive, depicting inner revelations of the soul, and poetic asperations of the heart, and you are always
right in the center of it all, absolutely beautiful,
a most treasured peice of writting containing an abundance of thruth and wisdom . . .
((((Stephy)))))
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Re: Exquisite Corpse
(User Rating: 1 ) by SensitiveSoAbused on
Sunday, 8th January 2006 @ 07:06:04 PM AEST (User
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The cool kiss of Winter still caressed the downy cheek of Spring. Green began to inhabit the bare, outstretched arms of trees, vibrant heads of yellow, red, and lavender awakened from a long slumber of icy solitude. The sky seemed to swallow you whole in its cerulean grandiosity. It was between the hours where the shadows leaned westward and the birds ceased their careless sonnets… Time was irrelevant, the only thing that mattered was HER; the love of my life, though, subsequently I discovered she wanted just that.
Such exquisite phrases and descriptive delights, it is written by one who is me nearly in amalgamation, such thoughts and a being seemingly intertwined, whos thoughts, words and art may as well have been born from my own fingertips or majestic lips... and fulfil everything I need even more then I can myself...
What deliciousness. Though such mischief of my envisioning myself in this in completion may warrant punishment for such assumptiveness, I cannot but be this who you portray with your own hips upon my own...
Trace the fine crevices of my lips with your tongue...
A delightful format of alternation between his and her perspectives, and of course I must draw attention to it, the words used to describe this evoked such pictures that my stomach is a pancake factory of a tenfold yield, and my breath no longer mine for your
mischievious theft of it from my very lips.
It is possible for mere words to evoke such
realism? As you are the vampyre whom you detail, I can feel the damp heat from between your thighs pressed against the same of my own... your own breasts against my chest as an orgasmic arching of a deliciously curved spine and nails destroying flesh undescriminatingly...
Such do you evoke in me and you will find, if you do not stop, that such a story may be reversed and I will devour you, my dear. Though a respected mix of both would be invigorating enough...
Attend my school, this is Physical Education and you must earn your extra credit, Lover.
Thank you for this exquisite experience...
...every fiber of my luscious form is to be sacrificed to you…
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Re: Exquisite Corpse
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Sunday, 8th January 2006 @ 07:52:24 PM AEST (User
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Geez wow this was insanely well written. The
darkness combined with the beautiful
imagery brought to mind the brilliance of
Edgar Allan Poe. I am struggling to find
adequate words to praise and describe this,
but I fall short. I must say though that I hope
you finish the sequel soon.
Waiting in breathless anticipation,
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