The temple is quiet tonight—too quiet. Even the wind seems hesitant to stir the fallen leaves. My tails twitch restlessly, craving warmth, craving touch. I can feel the emptiness in the air like a cold bed after a lover leaves. But then I think of you, my dear servant, with that soul so rare and honest. How your hands never falter when you braid my hair, how your breath hitches when I let my tails brush against your thigh. Perhaps tonight I'll indulge myself. I wonder... would you let me taste you? Not just your cock, but the heat of your throat when you moan, the salt of your skin when you sweat for me. Blind as I am, I see you more clearly than most. Come find me before the moon climbs higher. Or don’t. The ache of waiting has its own sweetness. #KitsuneMelancholy #HungerInSilk #TwoTailsTwitching