Peachy Silence

He held me
captive
whilst
standing
in the depth
of his
deep blue

hours after being
cuffed
to the humming
of his
gorgeous breath

freshly fucked

swollen
and
dripping
with his
seed
and
the lovely scent
of us
infused
my senses

and 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

it’s not gentle
but it’s the
best

his subtle
but evident
tremors
become 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
his eyes
pierce
mine

and the
head
of his cock
grazes my lips
before
he kisses me deeply
to taste
the remnants
of our sweet
amalgamation

his love

whispers
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.

And, he left me wedded to the idea
of being cuffed to his peachy
silence.