Page 186 of Unhinged Omega

what are we?

what am i to her?

dare not dream

dare not imagine

focus only on now

on touch

on worship

palm cups breast

weight perfect in hand

dusky nipple hardens against scarred palm

her back arches

pressing into touch

asking for more

without words

understand this language

this wordless communion

this silent conversation

other hand joins

metal claws carefully held away

using only backs of steel fingers

to slide robe from other shoulder

she shivers

not from cold

from want

both breasts bare now

perfect

beautiful

thumb brushes nipple

experiment

test

---