Life, Less Ordinary

[Cade]

My boots are firm in the dirt with your lips on the toe.
This is your happy place. Glowing in that seductive beauty that is usually only seen post sex. But it wasn't sex that got you here...not exactly, at least. It was sex for you.
Your ass in the air with nothing left to show.
Color blooms across your canvas. A dark and violet storm at sea, purples and blue at battle with one another to swallow the other. As if lightning crashing across the sky, red welts cross your cheeks as if sliced into your skin. Rain pours crimson tears down your thighs.
Creeping through your secrets and nothing left to know.
Blissful silence fills that empty head of yours. Thoughts ignite in fireworks bouncing around your skull, beautiful and brilliant but with no form or function. All you know is that you feel...

...alive... 

...life, less ordinary.

How else do you show your most sincere appreciation to the cruel artist that masterfully [pāints] you pretty? ||You kiss the toe of my boot, in case you got lost.||

Edited September 10, 2025 by Cade
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