Fetish

He has a    
fetish
for    
my love  
and    
my love  
of    
patterned    
nylon  
stretches    
beyond  
his    
psyche    
and    
the limits  
he  
imposes  
as I tilt    
my    
hips  
and    
part    
my lips  
as his  
fingertips  
map    
my flesh  
like    
Braille  
as he    
plunges  
knuckle deep  
headlong  
and  
headstrong  
obdurately    
with  
a fist    
full of fury  
into    
the ocean  
of    
my  
swollen  
devotion  
and    
I’m left  
reeling  
and  
gasping  
for more  
of his  
air  
as he    
makes  
me gush  
and  
surrender  
to his  
less than  
elegant  
ways  
as I’m  
left breathlessly
stretched  
wide  
upon his  
altar.