Until She Cums

I breathe her in with every breathe I take
and like the fragile moth she long to be
sheltered and held in my loving arms with gentle intent;
I promise to hold her through every storm,
awaiting her exhale.

Sins of night unfold into sensual sighs
echoing in erotic releases,
whispers as spoken poetry consecrated in hallowed beds
where love is sacred.
She finds refuge in my heart,
A sanctuary within my soul;
for I saved her from herself;
Her shattered brokenness.
She holds my poem in the palm of her hand
‘til the ink bleeds into her
as love transforms the sweetest ache into the most seductive addiction
and both of us lose ourselves forever.
Accentuating aesthetics of provocative minds.
Till she comes, I wish time could freeze.