How....

 
How I want him…
The weak and vulnerable tool of his pleasures begging for reason to moan his name.
I am fragile and unbreakable in one touch, one embrace…
Can I savor this?  
Feel how you want me in the slow torturous pace of savorance.  
Takes more then my sanity with your lips..
My dreams reel and come to your tongue as is asked with the eyes of hunger.
Easy to waste away starving for more of our love.
How he needs me…
Bound to the rails of his heart forever a willing slave to his soulful whispers.
Bend more than limbs to position myself in the heat of passion greater than has ever been known.
The heaviness of anticipation after exasperation…. It's minutes counting away with every touch of home.
How a moment can cross and weave a lifetime in the clutches of our love making.
How to challenge what is limitless and flawed perfectly scarred and made to fit to me.
Simply cascade over his spirit, letting everything design itself in our violent waltz until breath is spent and we smolder in the aftermath…
A way to be peaceful in the hell we exist to barely live in.
Live in me…
Take my life to your own, sew our breath in red satin and candied petals and inhale our connection…
Exhale what held us apart.
How do you love me effortlessly and wholey when my mind cracks from common sense when I fall into your arms…
How are we simply returned to
us after hell.

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