In my fiction writing class, we had to do a small exercise involving all the senses. Our teacher wanted us to purposefully put in as much description as we could (sight, sound, taste, touch, smell) and so....I came up with a bit of a psychopath...and well...
To him, her body glowed in the dim basement lighting. Each drop of her sweat was a sweet diamond rolling down her silk skin. Her breath wasn’t heavy, but a light song that caused his heart to flutter against his ribs. He took a step closer to his vision of perfection and inhaled the sweet tang of her blood. He reached out and stroked her arm. The little hairs felt like peach fuzz and he could feel her muscles tighten beneath his caress.
She was making small whimpers, and to his ear, each was a plea for him to touch her more. His hands roamed greedily over her lush, bare skin. He imagined she could feel his love for her burning right through his skin and into her very soul. His tongue darted out to lick a mixture of blood and sweat from her chest, and the metallic saltiness was the only sustenance he needed.
“Your love is all I need to survive,” he breathed against her neck, but his own voice sounded barbaric. Her angelic tones were all that he cared to hear, yet he dared not remove the gag from her mouth lest she scream like a banshee again.
I'm sure I could refine this even more (it's ten times better than the stupid draft I wrote in class) and make it more...better. ;D But I'm tired, and so this is what I have.
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