I lay upon a slate of vulnerabilities, bare bones and flesh; a pale, crimson suffused sculpture in the making. Fragments of your amorous wishes, have for so long now, been painted onto the canvas of my mind and carved into the foundation of my soul. They await to be given life by the artist of their musings; solidified into a most beloved masterpiece ...by the tapping of your iron chisel.
As darkness clasps the universe, desire cries out; my heart and soul pleading for him to fall upon me, merging us into an endless night. In the softest communion, his mind and body walk the plank of passion for me, hovering us about on clouds of starlit rapture. Throughout our twilight oasis, we scatter scintillating remnants of lust while serenading the constellations with love rhapsodies. Just before curtains of indigo open to brink of day, he fills me with the incandescent light of a 1,000 suns... and in that moment, am I made whole.
Tall, monumental heat takes rise to a formed curve as taut ventricles strain, and reveal his plum colored need. My tongue skims the length of his heartbeat; root to tip, sampling salted dew before devouring the quiver. I cast my abiding eyes to watch as his own get heavy-lidded, and turn to beautifully crafted crescent moons. Our pheromones cling heavily to each breath, while his teeth sink the insignia of eager approval in his lip. As our raucous sounds infuse the room, it's difficult to discern who is most primed, and oxygen deprived.
Like fiends trapped in the same shot glass, she became his whiskey nights, and he like her tequila sunrise. Just to kiss sweet euphoria's lips, both lived by the adrenaline promises offered at each crest of the cosmo's light. They reached out and touched at the furthest span, inking dopamine wishes like braille upon flesh, soul, and mind. Sipping on hundred proof dreams, they lit a match to their napalm fate, blowing up the inhebriating skies.
He is my wicked impulsion, craving his core; so salty & sweet I glide from root to tip; yummy strokes to my most decadent treat I'm greedy when I'm hungry & to my tongue, he's my preferred flavor Enslaved to his pleasure, between my lips, do I anticipate to savor My tastebuds for him - so salacious, he's my sweet little fixation I lap him like candy & swallow, as I revel in each euphoric sensation