Your Gaze

Mercy
for jenerik

I cannot stop looking at your breasts, Kagome. Forgive me. Or do not. I know I am worse than Miroku for this breach. Far worse. It is expected of him, and he cares nothing for forgiveness. But I care, Kagome. I care so very much. Let me tell you, show you, just a little? When your breasts are twice bound in your strange garments, I long to free them, release them into my waiting palms, palms that are warm and moist with want. I yearn to hold them, caress them, knead them. They are so beautiful. You are so beautiful.

When we bathe together, you are merciful. You let me see them, let me see you. Naked. You strip with so little awkwardness—far less than I have—because you think only males desire you. I am nothing. But I see you blush. It is not for me. I know that. It is because we have not been taught to love our bodies, isn’t it, my precious Kagome? Oh, but perhaps we can love each other’s, just a little, and come to love ourselves?

When your breasts are floating at the surface of the water, I long to press them together and bring them to my mouth. I want to suck your nipples, Kagome. Can I tell you? Can you let me? I want to ask. Truly, I do. But I am afraid, afraid to tell you the truth. The truth is this: I don’t only want to suck them, Kagome. I want to suckle.

I want to say, Feed me, Kagome, feed me…just a little. Those pink pearls peek from the warm water, glowing under the moon. I lose the ability to speak when I see them, see you like this. Breathtaking miko, you bring me back to the womb. Where I long to be. Take me back, girl-woman, mother-lover. Bring me to life, Kagome: save me, heal me, cherish me, as only you can, with my lips holding fast to a sweet-wet nipple as my fingers find your secret place and slip softly inside.