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And, the day bleeds... into nightfall !
He and I
don’t
speak
the same
language
unless
we’re both
naked
and
vulnerable
breath to breath
whilst he’s
pulsating
deep
inside me
as I’m
pinned
underneath
him
forehead to forehead
and
we’re both
fucking insanely
adamant
that we love
one another
and
he has me
face down
arse up
waiting
to be
pierced
by his
love
and we
both
love to fuck
and
we both
don’t call
because
he’d rather
have a wild
love affair
with his
fears
or maybe
he’s cheating
on me
with his
own
fears
or
pride
and still
I wait
achingly
and
patiently
crawling
up his
walls
just waiting
for the
moment
he conquers
his underlying
fears
by reaching out
to enable
us
to inscribe
our love
notes
upon
one another’s
flesh
as we
whisper filth
to one
another
in those
twilight
hours
things
that aren’t
ever
repeated
or
shared
with others
save us
under
the ambience
of our
aeviternal
flickering
flame.
don’t
speak
the same
language
unless
we’re both
naked
and
vulnerable
breath to breath
whilst he’s
pulsating
deep
inside me
as I’m
pinned
underneath
him
forehead to forehead
and
we’re both
fucking insanely
adamant
that we love
one another
and
he has me
face down
arse up
waiting
to be
pierced
by his
love
and we
both
love to fuck
and
we both
don’t call
because
he’d rather
have a wild
love affair
with his
fears
or maybe
he’s cheating
on me
with his
own
fears
or
pride
and still
I wait
achingly
and
patiently
crawling
up his
walls
just waiting
for the
moment
he conquers
his underlying
fears
by reaching out
to enable
us
to inscribe
our love
notes
upon
one another’s
flesh
as we
whisper filth
to one
another
in those
twilight
hours
things
that aren’t
ever
repeated
or
shared
with others
save us
under
the ambience
of our
aeviternal
flickering
flame.
Published 29th May 2019
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29th May 2019 4:02am
Aeviternal...what a fascinating word. Again, bringing some serious depth to the erotic.
29th May 2019 5:34am
Yes fascinating subject of how some play out their lives in sexual technicolor
Personally love wins over any thoughts of sexuality being all consuming
But that's just my opinion
I enjoyed the read 🤗
I need a 🛀 to cool down! Lol
Personally love wins over any thoughts of sexuality being all consuming
But that's just my opinion
I enjoyed the read 🤗
I need a 🛀 to cool down! Lol
29th May 2019 6:19am
"Flickering flame" could describe the way the passion works out through the lines. Favourite lines:
He and I
don’t
speak
the same
language
unless
we’re both
naked
and
vulnerable [this could speak for a good many relationships between people of different mother tongues]
He and I
don’t
speak
the same
language
unless
we’re both
naked
and
vulnerable [this could speak for a good many relationships between people of different mother tongues]
29th May 2019 2:27pm
29th May 2019 6:00pm
