The Temptation Of Atlas
You really should take some time off she said to him From under her long lashes Just because its on your shoulders doesn 't mean its really All your responsibility His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed She had a point Come to the forest with me She purred moving slowly round him Her hips imitating the sea He clenched his teeth and re-positioned his feet He would have covered his eyes if his hands were free. Her green eyes sent poison pleasure pins into his heart The pear shape of her body gnawed him with soul deep hunger Her olive skin sang jasmine songs and he drooled Like a hungry dog Again he shifted under his burden Tried to ignore the soft heat coming off of her body He would have pushed her away if he didn't need both hands To keep that responsible burden on his shoulders But you have been diligent for so long! Surely you must be tired His eyes held hostage to Her fluttering lashes and The black cascade of her hair You deserve a break after all you have done There is no harm in just a short rest She did have a point He bit his lip until coppery blood ran between his teeth He re-positioned his feet He would have beat his brow had his hands been free
But by the Gods! He had a job to do! No one will notice if you put it down for Just a little while A drop of sweat slid slowly between her mango breasts Down her soft belly Hung for a moment from The jewel in her navel and Disappeared Under the thin fabric of her skirt He readjusted his body under that heavy burden He would have gouged his own eyes out If his hands had been free She turned around him slowly Come to the forest with me Let my sisters and I dance for you And so Atlas shrugged and chased her into the forest He barely touched her shoulder before she disappeared Leaving him with a hand full nothing And her cruel laughter flickering in the trees While behind him the earth fell with a bitter crash and Shattered into an infinite number of pieces Each one spiraling into oblivion
Later he would grovel guiltily before the gods A blubbering hulk of despair And tell them how As his fingers landed on her shoulder He felt not warm nymph silk but The cold hide of a reptile.
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