The Moon Keeps Our Secret

Moonlight slips through the bedroom window and finds Amirah Adara where she lies awake. Her blonde hair is spread across the pillow, her small natural breasts barely rising with each slow breath. One tiny silver ring catches the light at her navel. She closes her eyes and whispers words older than the farm itself. In the dream she steps forward, reaches for Zazie, and the brunette comes to her without hesitation. Their mouths meet, urgent and quiet. Zazie’s tongue slides against Amirah’s, and the kiss deepens until both women are breathing hard through their noses. Zazie’s hand slips down, finds the smooth skin between Amirah’s legs, and strokes the soft folds already slick. Amirah spreads wider on the bed of moonlight, hips lifting to meet each careful circle of those fingers. The piercings on Zazie’s nipples brush Amirah’s chest when she leans in, the cool metal making the blonde shiver. Zazie lowers her mouth and takes one small breast between her lips, sucking until the nipple stands tight. Then she moves lower still, until her tongue parts Amirah’s cunt and licks in long, slow strokes that make Amirah’s toes curl against the sheets. She comes with a low, broken sound, thighs trembling around Zazie’s face, the dream holding them both until dawn starts to bleed across the sky.