He was more like Ares than Apollo !

 
He left me there
standing
in the depths
of his
deep blue
hours
cuffed
to the humming
of his
shallow breath.

Freshly fucked
and
dripping with his
lovely scent
and the scent
of us
infused
my senses.

I stood there
pulsating and waiting
for him
to manhandle me
ferociously
all over again.

It's the only love
we know
how to make.

His subtle
but evident
tremor
becomes a
dilemma
as I gasp
at the width
and
length
of his throbbing
need
as he
plants his seed
in the depths
of my impending
fire
as we revel in our
kinky desire
forehead to forehead
as his
lies meet
my eyes
piercing
my heart & soul.

We both knew
that our
hearts
had been
seared
when he traced
his name
upon my lips
with the head
of his cock
before
kissing me deeply
to taste
the remnants
of our sweet
amalgamation.

His love
whispered
a language
of its own
shattering
the scope
of
silence
as he violates
my delicate
flower
and
we dance
upon
the burial
grounds
of all his
celestial nymphs
whilst cultivating
organic
love notes
in the dirt.

He left me
wedded
to the idea
of
being
cuffed
to his
silence.