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Acroamatic
My ruby tinged lips were made for gallivanting all over you as I explore your flesh like a decadent sweet piece of Nocciolato Bianco, forever thine.
Hold me, in the depth of your rib-cage as my heart beats in unison to the beat of yours, brimming with the pulsation of rhythmic motions in the depths of your tidal e - motions as I feel the weight of your persuasion, upon me.
When dawn breaks, behold the watercolors that shimmer within our eyes as the splintering of daylight emerges subtly, and Chiron is nowhere to be found as we slip into the vestiges of morning dew, just as you slip inside of me, with urgency.
Watching intently, as you thread flowers together in a wreathe to weave into my badious locks while strands of glimmering gold, fall upon your face beneath the rays of sunlight, and you hold me close to your frame.
I sip upon your translucent kisses as if I were greeting the Spring that blossomed all over your gorgeous clandestine mouth, until my heart flickers like fairy lights in a vintage chateau, as we walk hand in hand.
It's nights like these that I lie awake, and realise that I was born in the wrong era for our paths may never collide as the Autumn leaves shift within the clairvoyance of all things, divine.
You're no poets muse as you're akin to the sacredness that unravels between the ocean tides, and the effervescence of the heavens that blanket me in warmth with it's omnipotent golden threads of tenderness as you embed yourself in the depths of me.
Hold me, in the depth of your rib-cage as my heart beats in unison to the beat of yours, brimming with the pulsation of rhythmic motions in the depths of your tidal e - motions as I feel the weight of your persuasion, upon me.
When dawn breaks, behold the watercolors that shimmer within our eyes as the splintering of daylight emerges subtly, and Chiron is nowhere to be found as we slip into the vestiges of morning dew, just as you slip inside of me, with urgency.
Watching intently, as you thread flowers together in a wreathe to weave into my badious locks while strands of glimmering gold, fall upon your face beneath the rays of sunlight, and you hold me close to your frame.
I sip upon your translucent kisses as if I were greeting the Spring that blossomed all over your gorgeous clandestine mouth, until my heart flickers like fairy lights in a vintage chateau, as we walk hand in hand.
It's nights like these that I lie awake, and realise that I was born in the wrong era for our paths may never collide as the Autumn leaves shift within the clairvoyance of all things, divine.
You're no poets muse as you're akin to the sacredness that unravels between the ocean tides, and the effervescence of the heavens that blanket me in warmth with it's omnipotent golden threads of tenderness as you embed yourself in the depths of me.
Published 15th Sep 2017
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16th Sep 2017 4:52am
A gorgeous aching piece. The want and desire realized but unfulfilled. Silent tears trace spiderweb tracks down my cheeks for you. Those nights are long and lonely. Sadly some of us feel them even with warm bodies to hold.
Thank you for the write.
Thank you for the write.
16th Sep 2017 9:34am
Lovely, with some implicit eroticism. Fabourite lines:
Hold me, in the depth of your rib-cage as my heart beats in unison to the beat of yours, brimming with the pulsation of rhythmic motions in the depths of your tidal e - motions as I feel the weight of your persuasion, upon me.
When dawn breaks, behold the watercolors that shimmer within our eyes as the splintering of daylight emerges subtly, and Chiron is nowhere to be found as we slip into the vestiges of morning dew, just as you slip inside of me, with urgency.
Hold me, in the depth of your rib-cage as my heart beats in unison to the beat of yours, brimming with the pulsation of rhythmic motions in the depths of your tidal e - motions as I feel the weight of your persuasion, upon me.
When dawn breaks, behold the watercolors that shimmer within our eyes as the splintering of daylight emerges subtly, and Chiron is nowhere to be found as we slip into the vestiges of morning dew, just as you slip inside of me, with urgency.
16th Sep 2017 9:59am
