I danced in the arms of death…

I danced in the arms of death. His soft whispers glided across my bare skin and tales of memories lost in the chasms of his sweet touches floated through the air.

He felt like home and so we danced some more. He twirled me with a force so powerful electrifying my every nerve, nestling me in silken ribbons of onyx he left a trail of burning kisses down my nape.

I lost myself in his arms that night.

Even now in the stillness of the darkest hours, I hear his music and death asking me for another dance.

ยฉ Aanchal Gounder

I wrote this in 2015 I just found it and thought I’d post it. I wanted to re-edit it and change it up because I know I can make it so much better but I still remember the night I wrote this the moment when I knew it was the beginning of my world starting to fall apart again and I was thinking back to the time I tried to take my own life because I was getting close to the edge again and this is what I created.ย ย 

20 thoughts on “I danced in the arms of death…

  1. Death, the Eternal ๐Ÿ•บ Partner whisked us away to the Precipice of Sweetness Pains.
    Life can be painful at times but Death ๐Ÿ’€ is eternal with โ€œtales of memories lost in the chasms of his sweet touches floated through the air.โ€
    We danced and touched each otherโ€™s napes and surreptitiously nibbled the ๐Ÿ‘‚ lobes.
    Death and I danced with delight; Old Blue Eyes personally sang, Strangers in the night as whispers and soft touches stirred the vines as we drank the ๐Ÿท then Death took us aside for a special ๐Ÿ’ƒ of mutual delight.

    I took license to add to your work. I donโ€™t mean to offend. Imitation is the sincerity of the less talented.๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•โ™’๏ธ

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