Touch

 
He touched me with a soul depth precision that leaves me wandering across the inner landscape of his wilderness.

There is friendship. There is respect. There is love. There is desire. And then, there is sex.

The kind of sex that lingers heavily in the air like fog as you fill the raging fire that you've sparked in the depths of my blossoming sex.

The way you kiss my bare naked cunt, and run the length of your fingers upon my soft body makes me gush all over you.

Longingly aching to be lost for words in that moment of being freshly fucked, and submerged in the moment of orgasmic bliss, rhyming resilience within the grooves of your lick, suck and fuck.

Collectively, its a culmination of moments that are derived from the essence of my whole dripping like honey from your lips, and the trail of markings you leave upon my fingertips as you grip me firmly by the hips.

The height of our love would be as endless as the height of the appalachians, contrasted upon what we both want and need to feel from a lover that's never left to ponder, what if.

The motion of your hands on my thighs as they trail their way towards the chamber of our secrets leave me tingling, aching to feel you filling me deeply and ferociously as if you were slamming yourself into the depths of the heart as you leave remnants of you all over me.

Your love for me ripens as you watch me swallow the remnants of your hot sticky love notes, without spilling a drop you return home to nestle in the depths of me.