Yielding

The spring breeze wrapped it's way around my lean frame as I lazed upon him, inhaling his scent, sweet like ambrosia, half dressed in nothing but a summer dress.

He, entirely oblivious to the thoughts that drifted upon my mind. Thoughts, of he and I tangled up, just hours before.

I like him best when I'm unclothed and sprawled across his hard body, my mind becomes void of the many outstanding daily tasks that leave me restless and unable to sleep but he grabs me by the hand, and takes me to another place.

It's the only place in which I'm free from the entanglements that bind me to the organised chaos that unfolds in the corporate world.

He, will always be my greatest escape for my mind, body and soul. Like soothing balm to an aching heart.

My internal paradigm shifts, and I can reconnect with the untamed wilderness that lingers within me, for he, is one of my kind.

I find slivers of peace in the moments that I'm drawn into his hunger.

Yielding to his playful amorous notions but I am no match for his other playthings, and I change like the seasons to find comfort in the depths of my own calm still waters.

If he loved me, he'd follow me and we'd bask in our shared solitude, until all that spoke were the tappings of his fingers, strumming upon my swollen bud as I engrave his lips with the essence of me, to savor the aftertaste, knowing that he's mine.

Always, and forever.