Erubescent

I loved the way in which he wrapped himself around me, embedding himself deeply in the subtle moments that unfolded between us before capturing them like a snap shot to be held in the cavity of his chest, forevermore.

In between his withdrawal periods and my blushing heart, we filled the empty spaces in between time and distance with the intricate tiny slivers that we once gave to each other as we threaded those moments together over many years of devotion, underneath those cherry blossoms in full bloom.
 
His devotion flowed upon me like the water that falls upon my bare flesh in the shower, and I oft wondered if he’s fully cognisant of the way in which I tiptoe through the maze within his mind, trying to unearth him in all the places that he'd marked and archived as a salubrious memory, that was often left unspoken.
 
Bound seraphically, as I sipped the remnants of claret from upon his lips, baring ourselves with each juncture shared, leaving our mark upon one another in tiny slivers, scattered here and there, whispering notions of vulnerabilities as we tossed our secrets upon each other, like confetti that floats upon the breeze until it finds its place, and settles stationary.
 
He slides upon my subconscious and gently taps upon my heart, and kisses away my pain as I watch him like a voyeur through the brief moments he allows me to peek inside his parched soul, thirsty to drink from the cup we share.
 
Peeking through his louvers, I found a kindred to confide within, tasting the length and width of his trust, wholly & solely, whilst gently gliding upon his sacredness until I found the divinity within his soul that set him apart from the others.
 
Aching to feel the warmth of his breath upon my flesh as he marks me territorially, gently yet forcefully and entirely, collectively, with warm kisses whilst tracing his name upon my fuschia tinged lips as he grinds his hips against me, to ensure I felt the depth of his need.
 
The decadence of your hybrid nature was carved in my heart as the whispering willows swayed gently in the breeze as you wore nothing but your smirk behind the armour he donned, waiting for him to pierce my senses, profoundly and ferociously, as he swaddled me tightly to hold me within the perimeters of his love.