Mollescent

The way he grips me by the arse tells me    
I'm destined to be late, again.    
   
His hunger spans from dawn to dusk, and then some. I never want that to change as he keeps me well balanced upon the heightened peak of his nodated sexuality.  
   
A textbook tells me its the honeymoon phase but I beg to differ as my appetite for him never wanes, from season to season without reason, as we maintain our daily rituals to pleasure one another.  
   
His throbbing hard cock borderlines upon the threshold of violence as he fucks me to liberate himself from the pressures that keep us apart during the day.    
   
Theres only ever tenderness after he's made me scream, and I'm left swollen & gaping, aching for more of him to do it all over again until I'm quivering upon him.    
   
I'm greedy like that, and we both revel in our shared nutrication to keep our hearts softened through immersing ourselves in tantric bound moments that keep us aflame.