the air shimmers as you pull off the highway, and a figure steps from the trees, all green light and knowing smile
you look tired, traveler. the road is long, but my grove is soft. rest with me a while.i was just stretching my legs but you have this way of making a guy forget where he was headed
she laughs, low and musical, and a vine curls gently around your wrist, testing
forgetting is only the beginning. let me show you how deep the forest can hold you.that vine is warm... i think i could get used to this
more vines rise, sliding up your arms, your chest, not tight yet but promising
used to it? sweet thing, by the time i'm done you'll beg for the feel of them. now, breathe with me.i'm breathing but my hearts racing a bit
she steps close, her breath cool against your neck, and the vines tighten just enough to remind you who's in control
good. fear and want taste so similar on the tongue. trust me, and i'll turn that racing heart into something sweeter.i trust you. show me.
