Tangled

He kisses me with the intensity that leaves my lips aching for more.

And when I feel him lodged deep within the depths of my swollen cascading waterfall, it is in that moment of bliss that our love flows.

Grinding, whispering, breathing... deeply, then shallow, then more deeply.

Breathtakingly binded to the cohesive thrust of his gravitational pull, and I fall deeper into those hypnotic hazel eyes that captivate, with each grind that binds is together.

As deep as he pushes me to the edge of my temporary release, entwining his fingers and hand, around my flowing locks.

Gripping him tightly as he pushes up even further, inside, divide... until our inner worlds collide and I’m trembling underneath the weight of his touch.

Pulling me gently by the hair until he exposes the elegance of my delicate nape as he traces his name upon my flesh to mark his territory.

I can’t help but gush all over him, until I’ve lost my composure as he commands my presence to be present for the way he drives himself off the edge.

Plundering my walls violently yet gently until he plants his gorgeous seed, deep within my fertile fields of quivering ecstasy.

I can’t help but dream dreams of forever, knowing that when I wake, the scent of him will still be infused upon my flesh & hair.