Alcazar

His untamed desire emerges in moments of his ferocious passion, and there’s nothing more precious to be gifted than his undivided attention as he plants kisses across my collarbone.
  
Inhaling the scent of his flesh is intoxicating, triggering the flow as we tantalise one another with the rawness of our passion, a testimony of fruiting passion.
   
Graciously marking me as he watches me unravel and blossom, unearthing the unfolding that enables him to scribble love upon my flesh as I’m sprawled beneath his will and roaring dominance as the weight of our love wraps me in his surety.  
   
Penetrating my senses, he pierces me violently yet tenderly, revelling in the moment of my simultaneous gasp in the clenching that grips him tightly, and pulls him deeper as he plants himself in the moment until I’m gushing upon his ferocious climactic, everlasting passion.  
   
And just like that, he is capable of harnessing my senses to pleasure us both, whilst perfecting the gorgeous tempering between pleasure & pain as my body nurtures & nourishes us both.  
   
He is a fortress of pleasure & pain, a fertile playground for the masochist, and the mask he wears enables him to reveal his hidden true identity, behind closed doors.