Falling 🎧
A poem by Vianne Armour and T. Vale with audio recorded by the authors.
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy
Italics: Vianne Armour Plain text: T.Vale Audio mixed by Vianne Armour
The games are over. the manipulation is exhausted I am left with nothing but bare truth your feel against my skin red hot raw and the gravity of your hands exhilarating, I tremble my breath hitches, sharp air in as you touch my sex tenderly I sigh in violent relief and fall open Your unfolding, not soft and slow Like a flower yielding to the weight of morning’s dew Like a storm cloud, full and no longer able to contain I press in, unshrouded Deliberate and unadorned Finally giving in to what we’ve toyed with Hinted at, but ached to act upon Your grip tightens around my fingers Your sighs grow into moans Pleas for more The words become fuel For my own growing fire I cry out not in fear, but in yearning, petals spread I’m no longer having to hold the line. I am broken open. I am spilling, rainfall on the fires, every guarded moment every word I swallowed down its yours for the taking. kiss me, Kiss me now whispered begging as we’re playing with edge and line, fire to ash working the wanting of pleasure My lips cover yours, sharply inhaling your breath into my mouth consuming your essence tasting the lust on your tongue while your warm slick glides between my fingers I bring them to my lips, wanting all of you in my mouth Beads of sweat glisten on your curves a map I know I’m meant to follow I take my time lingering along the trail exploring every line, every dip and as I arrive, I do not knock For I’m expected I draw you into me, press your face into my pleasures receiving, believing in the act nerves wracked, crackling electricity through my veins we know our lanes, but edges blur, with wild appetites your stirred, I’m stimulated, invigorated eating me out my skin bud throbbing, soul nourished, savouring flavouring my wants up and down back and forth until fever courses, through my veins and I fall into the vacuous void calling back to you to come with me My hand slides to your throat with pressure, but not possession to direct, to demonstrate, that though we’ve trod through manipulations, playing little games flirtations and denials this moment, has always been Inevitable, the tight embrace of your cunt my hunger, my unquiet thirst to be inside you deserves to be a slow pulsing grinding filthy prayer, eyes locked, as we fall into that void, Fiercely Entwine your fingers in mine as you clasp wrists overhead and press to the bed arrest me and then caress me switch on me hard then smooth red hot then blue I’ll be owned all the ways by you fall through the floors with you as you take me to the river, birth me anew, liberate my longing new sense of belonging under your mouth, girth, length, gaze senses set ablaze over and over again Your forehead pressed to mine holding you fast driving you deeper Into to the mattress, growling your name through gritted teeth into your open mouth my weight locking you beneath Biting your lip as I release Your thighs tight around me We let go And flow Into the river Into the void A mess of flesh and sweat and promises feet at the threshold, driving down into the earth, I feel mused abused, lived and loved the grit and the gravel underfoot has me hostage, teetering at my core can I surrender, release, let go no show, bitter truth as my waters awash you, soaked through applaud you as I adore you edging me, riding me glorifying me in your presence like heavens garden or sunshine falling on my face And under the storm-blue sky skin on skin, bathed in bliss naked before the gods I feed you persimmon, juice dripping from bruised lips I kiss them gently savoring the sweetness of both fruits and I whisper verses of worship and of praise odes to every inch of you for our games are over we’re left with nothing but bare truth As we’ve both broken, reformed, and fallen softly Into each other
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Okay…fuck you both! This is so fucking bloody perfect that I can’t even handle it. It was literally an event. And the two of you together—no duo since Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars has done to me what you’ve just done! Fucking Brilliant. You both should be punished. A treasure💛
Wonderfully written passionate piece here, you two. It's obvious there was chemistry as this was being written. The back and forth carries with it bodily heat and anticipation, likely in the moment as this was being created. It's clear there was a connection in the writing of this piece as you rode each other's vibes and words and invoked that spirit into fruition. Way to go! You make a great team.