Shiverings

Fingers travel ending distances torment and drifting unto cashmere shores. Ravens curls falling and screening privacy from kissed and bitten shoulders of which I adore.
  
Sad violins and haunting cellos we obsess on molesting our ears. They're deep wailing seeping through wooden floorboards felt against bronze nakedness. The world and all in it exists not. We are but two souls in one flesh to each the others weakness.  
   
Languaged love and incantations from parted lips released in breaths of rhythms and motions. My demon released upon his hardened lap and above him he watches, as I ride him on the waves of my oceans.  
   
My mouth lionizes the expert alive in his hands always eager to taunt my rivers rage. Saccharine sweat bathed in saliva dripping onto our poem's page.  
   
Arched and writhed in shivery's clench...I give him more of me to take and brand as his own.  
   
I arch again, he shivers in the Dark and beneath me he is all mines.... and all mines alone