my jonni (unfinished, Simon's POV)

unfinished.

in shadows you are a fallen angel, deceptively serene, silver eyes lighting like candles in some sacred place. those around you, they pay homage, your honeyed voice a hymn calling the faithful to worship, arms open. radiating love, the primal sensuality that drips from your blood.

you sing wicked words, and they press their hands to you in awe, complete adoration. my precious cat, voice like velvet, trailing down my spine in a slow, tempting caress; years pass and still the sound makes me shudder, turns my knees to water.

fire in those eyes, and silken promise in the gleam of your perfect skin. radiant in simple perfection; those who have never seen a god would mistake you for one. fire and ice- your eyes hold history, hold me, always...

i crawl from my place across the room, muscles flowing like tides called to the moon. i ache for your touch.

you own me. body, mind, soul. the adoring hands slither away. they know their place, and it is not by your side. not when your most willing acolyte kneels before you, eyes as wide as they were so many years ago.

my jonni.

i love you dearly...