Tableaux Vivants

 His lips tasted like depravity, and his scent was the same kind of sin as mine.

I found myself threaded upon his illustrious archaic desires as he snapped me in noir aperture, tableaux vivants, whilst peeling the glistening soft petals that blossomed for him as he absorbed the presence of our delicate unfolding.

He'd make me cycle up and down his raw e - motion, juxtaposed on the cusp of pleasure and pain as tangled limbs took residence upon each other whilst sipping upon seasonal cadence until the fountain of our love flowed, torrential.

Betwixt upon heaven and hell as I tasted the essence of me all over his lips, and in that moment, the twinkling nebulae aligned to cast their celestial blessings upon our binding, in unity.

Piercing hazel eyes held my gaze as I glistened in luminosity for him, while finding the treble to equalise our mutual elucidations, cultivating our love organically.

Galaxies exploded, and we merged upon one another, sprawled upon his crescent notions whilst kneeling upon his alter of devotions, sipping upon the chalice in which he once held for me.

I lay upon his blank canvas as he finger painted stars upon my flesh with a deep hue of blue, until the riffs within me trembled upon his fingertips as our hips and lips, fell upon each other, in calculated motions of devotion, sublimely divine.

I felt myself quivering, and coruscating like the flickering of fairy lights dancing upon the wall, absorbing his presence as he consumed me ferociously with his stiff intent, unable to grasp anything but the moment in which he stokes the embers of our raging fire.

He felt like home as he strummed upon the oracle that unfolded in the depths of me for him, swirling upon his galactic sea.

I rode the crest of his hardened love, until it left me drifting in bliss as he captured my heart, and spoke intimately to my soul.

Seared upon my mind.

Forevermore.