He likes to poetically whore himself out, and gets upset because I'm a dirty whore for his poetic theatrics...

The boldness of him unravels me as I can see the strength in his vulnerability, and he has a front row seat to all my dirty little secrets, and my internal dilemmas as I navigate my way through the break down of life, whilst finding solace in the layers of his primal instincts, disclosed and undisclosed as I slide up and down upon his need to actualise his raw desires, and all those feelings that lay dormant are now reawakened at the thought of him, plunging into my tight wet exhilarating aura as we merge upon one another.

The simplicity of us is the touchstone to sailing upon a sea of passion whilst feeding his famished heart & soul, and the desert can do that to a man.

Maybe, he's always been stronger than the rest as he sits within the richness of an ochre tinged wilderness where we once collided, breath upon breath, and that's a secret he'll never tell as he cycles his way through the motions of my erubescent shades, and the undisclosed desire that has me tethered to the memory of his rock hard cock piercing my cunt, and neither of us have time for superficial bonds that leave superficial wounds, in a superficial world of shallow.

Its all or nothing, and I'm consumed in his fire, the king of my passion & desire and though we live in parallel worlds, he's built a home in my iridescent psyche as his opalescence triggers a waterfall that drips within the depths of my loins for a man that is not imagined as he resides in my memory centre whilst I tap into the tiny bumps he etched within my soul, like braille.

And he tip toes through the corridors of my heart, and lingers in the hallway like a pin up fuck boy with that fuck me whore smirk etched upon his face as his groupies soothe his empty heart and empty hands as he fucks them whorishly senseless with snippets of his wants and desires whilst we solicit ourselves to one another beneath monastic ceilings, and he has me sprawled upon on an earthen table as he watches the way someone else fucks me, poetically.