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Written in Paint

His world flourished during the spring equinox as she gave herself to the curator of her inner divinity.

Emblematic by nature, where the signature of his atmospheric dynamics feasted upon the delicate fragility of his submissive.

Inexplicable perversions shaped and molded subtly by his subject, triggered by the depth of his need to plant his seed as she gasped at the length and width of his breadth, straddling him whilst smothering him in warm but urgent kisses that spoke a thousand words where no words were needed.

Nurturing and nourishing in the realms of the unseen but felt, as her eyes were wide open shut with visions of his touch & gentle but hard kisses upon her delicate flesh, waiting for him to assassinate her fears whilst surrendering her fickle ideas, and savoring his very breath as if it were her own.

Hypnotic motions create the flow of secrets untold like constellations blazing across the dark skies, subliminal moments of heavenly bliss that words couldn't define, evenly cursive is his kiss, trickling between the depths of her masochistic desires as he imprints himself upon the blank canvas of her innocence and purity.

Marking the psyche, and holding the heart to ransom by wet passionate kisses & swollen notions of heightened carnal appetites, juxtaposed in skin deep indentations upon tender flesh & more hardened but ferocious moments, scattered petals drifting upon the gentle breeze of his needs and wants, hearts stripped bare entirely by the ties that bound them together, as friends and lovers.

Over gorged hearts conjured by a mouth full of his sticky love, pure but tainted as he grips her tightly, whilst she flutters softly upon his hardness, immersed in the vortex of being devoured, whilst ambient pearls of masked elements were threaded intently.

Seraphic bindings that bound the innocence to the tainted, exposing the vulnerability within her he embraces his polarities, seen within her, it was his way of defining his love for her, and for a moment, she pondered his whisperings of true love as she screamed internally by the unorthodox execution of his hidden desires.

Leaving her on edge and tingling, begging for more of his wrath to reign upon her until she loses her composure in the middle of her explicitly masked disclosure, submerged in the oblivion of his guidance, triggering his heat to collide in the core of her sticky but sweet, violently yet carefully to tenderize and solidify himself as he throbbed and ached to explode, and leave her dripping with his love.

The scent of him lingered potently, as if to mark his territory, and he learnt how to extract the sweetest honey from her, which she could taste upon his lips during the time spent unpeeling the layers of one another as she peeked at his soul, through the louvers of his heart, bonding amongst the notions of a fragile but peaceful silence, to sustain and endure, wrapped tightly in loves security.

For a moment, he despised himself for taking what he needed, so abruptly and forcefully, whilst she met him in the depths of reciprocity with her tenderness to love him, tenderly, hoping that he'd sustain her heart without tearing her apart, from the inside out.

She loved him explicitly, without touch but his breath & heartbeat alone, between all the right & wrong, and the light and dark that made him who he was; mind, body and soul as she found herself in between all of his polarities.

Without guilt, she'd thread their fragments together to bind and heal their heart and soul.

Loving unconditionally, without pretense or fear of loss because everything I am to you, you are to me, and more.[i][/i]