Don't Stop

He came shrouded in cloth and dread, stopping before me without so much as a whisper of movement. The warmth of his presence radiates around and within my body as his soft amber glow forces my eyes to adjust and accommodate his existence. He does not move and neither do I. The both of us frozen in his warmth. He has no face, not that I can see, but I feel it. It moves and writhes with the semblance of facial expressions, but I do not believe he knows what they are. Nor am I able to make out the meaning behind them. His shroud billows around him without revealing what is underneath. I am curious, but not enough to risk moving. We are locked in this perpetual unmoving tango. Neither of us as the lead.

Time stretches around us. I can no longer take my eyes off the undulating face beneath the shroud. It is human-like, yet not. The material taut over a gaping mouth and sunken eye sockets. The movement of limbs mesmerizes me as they lift slowly toward my face. The shroud hangs from the ends and whispers against my skin as he strokes my face. The glow deepens around us, and a soft hum fills the air between him and me. We are touching and I want more. His warmth fills me inside with a multitude of emotions, each fleeting and brief, all of them overpowering.

The limbs move to my neck, caressing down to my shoulders. His veil catches on my shirt and he stops. His undulating face turns to my shoulder, and I gasp for a breath I did not know I needed. He moves the shroud against my shirt again, unable to continue his inspection. I gulp before slowly reaching up to my shoulder. His face follows my movement as I reach for the shroud over his limb. I grip the cloth, surprised at how heavy it is.

I yank hard, ripping it from him as it pools on the floor between us. I stare into the eyeless sockets and gaping face hole as the dripping appendages reach for my shirt. He rips it from me, and I am unclothed before him.

The caresses continue to cover my body in the oily substance he oozes. The warmth intensifies the more he touches me and soon I am unable to stand still. His touch sends fire across my body, and I watch as my hands drip with his ooze. I never want him to stop. I know he will never stop. Please don't ever stop.