Tessellate

I gaze into
his    
eyes  
and  
I realise  
that he's  
a rare    
sculpture  
and    
we both    
know  
that he  
wouldn't  
ever compare  
me    
to any  
other    
women  
as the beauty  
of him  
flickers    
in my    
eyes  
as I    
straddle  
him    
and    
whisper    
sweet    
nothings  
to him  
until I feel  
him  
harden beneath    
me  
and    
my flowered  
amaranth  
cunt  
aches  
as the    
heat    
of his    
breath sears  
my psyche  
whilst our  
tongues    
dance  
upon    
one another    
and  
our lips  
coalesce  
as a precursor  
to our  
bodies  
converging  
upon each    
other   
as we    
become    
one    
of the    
same  
as my    
tight  
pulsating  
wet  
plush velvet  
petal  
grips  
his rock
hard  
throbbing  
piece    
of    
heavenly  
divine  
as he    
latches  
onto my    
nips  
to nourish    
his  
being  
and    
in stunning  
clarity  
he pierces  
my  
heart & soul  
as we    
tessellate  
in
geometric    
equations  
subtly      
gently  
yet  
hard & violently  
but always 
passionately  
and  
my body  
is his  
playground.