His hand slid
across the smooth fabric of her sleeve,
a cascade of red and white blossoms on blue,
an expensive summer kosode.
He traced the blossoms’ dance
across her shoulders,
drawing one careful, claw-tipped finger
along the design.
he brushed his lips across her neck,
a white ear tweaking
as it brushed a stray black hair
as his finger followed the bright fabric
to where the collar met her skin..
The hand traced the pattern across her breast,
as the blossoms danced,
down to her waist
and around her hip.
resting her head against his shoulder.
“So do you like it?” she asked.
“Hmm,” he replied,
“Enough to take it off you.”
Lifting her head up
to catch his amber eyes,