A Mind in Motion

     The wood beneath her heeled feet thumped with the beat of the bass as she weaved her way along the far wall between the bodies hugging its graffiti framework and the masses gyrating against one another on the dance floor. The cocktail of scents that drifted from each glistening skin was driving her mad, her nostrils flaring in hunger as her mouth watered and her tongue kept scraping against her teeth. Golden irises flickered over the sea of swaying limbs, the blood pumping in their veins and the pheromones being expelled like pollen in a field of mixed flowers, tugged on threads deep in her belly like magnetic points driven by instinct to one another. She wanted to taste them, to lick the sweat and honey from their bodies, to bring them bucking and writhing against her in ecstasy.      But there was one--so sweet, so spicy, so unlike them--only one, she wanted the most.      In the Shadows of Twilight streaming into the warehouse, acr...

     Not a sound escaped after the violence that had shattered the ball drew silent. Mouths hung open, eyes remained wide and throats fell mute as crimson seeped from the fallen figure splayed in front of their Princess's throne. Her royal dark gown--as bejeweled as the twinkling gas clouds littering the vastness of space around their sailing vessel--was now soiled with the blood of her beloved and pooled around her trembling frame as she knelt to bring the gasping man into her arms.      Crystal teardrops trailed down her milky white cheeks while she lovingly pulled tangled dark curls back from the quickly waning face flickering with brilliant dying purple irises. Air wheezed from his gurgling lungs trapped beneath his once pristine opal-colored Captain's jacket but he nestled into her, clear in his mind that these last precious moments were all they had. He reached shaky hands up and latched them onto hers, fingers twining like souls that never got to...