he needs me again, its evident according to the invasive wetness        
seeping to triangulate between my thighs          
ive no choice but to feel the art of                     our anguishment          
.. the need of him in every aspect       the very thing  inside that          
lures me out          
at thought of collaring around his         missives til swell becomes          
entrapped in his tip as his handcrafted mask falls to the floor          
along with our clothes          
then he’ll palm squeeze the slippery slope of my cunt to hold me          
firmly in place as he grows with thickness          
wrists held firmly above my head        .and there’ll be pleasurably          
         acquired bruises, of course;          
his breathy moans.. fallen sweat will   glide across my collarbone          
to make sure i feel him curve deep while the lisp of him piques          
a certain kind of lovely constriction        
inside me....          
inside my....          
sharing hemispheres of perfect impediments as we lette our          
harbored senses unhinge          
yet, i'll pose to have him striking against the hungering vein of my          
tongue  which extends from this soul-to the tender part at the          
back of my throat          
he's the canvass in which i vow’d to leave incalculable tallies upon          
    and whisper “lette me drink from the fountain of the source’          
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