Mirifical

His oceanic blue eyes pierce my soul, and my heart trembles at the thought of being tangled up with him as he elicits my trembling shallow baby gasps as he fills me with the length & width of his lyrical grind whilst we explore uncharted waters for hours on end, channeling our sexual energy, and connecting on a deeper level.  

I can’t help but ponder his proposal as he pauses to inhale the changing shades of the sunset whilst anchoring himself in the depths of me with his rock hard cock until dawn arrives, and I can’t seem to shift my gaze as his presence is a sweet deviance from the dialogues forthcoming in a boardroom.  
 
The way he keeps me nestled in his gorgeous clandestine notions until I visualise him rocking my world with his subtle but evident motions until we converge back and forth as we’re grinding harder & deeper until it hurts so good, leaves me glistening and somewhat, unhinged.  
 
His love of nature has me suspended in his wilderness aching for more of him, until the rush of his heated breath leaves a trail of markings upon my crispy golden hued sun kissed flesh as my hips rise to meet his whilst his lips and tongue scribble words unspoken upon my bare flesh, as if it were a scroll in which he’d read at a later date.
 
When dawn arrives, I strategise on ways to slip past his echelon undetected as I want my name to remain a secret upon his lips as introversion is my comfort zone, when they’re seeking to pin him in their photograph album to preserve his imagery, unaware that he’s a man of many hues and not something to be pinned down.  
 
And still, I blow kisses in the breeze, hoping they’ll land upon his eloquently crafted lips as I wander upon the fringes of his acknowledged desire, to devour each other hedonistically as we grow into one another and navigate our way through those uncharted waters.