Overthinking

I have
always  
been  
tangled up  
and  
finely  
knotted  
in the  
crescent  
of your  
indigo skies  
as  
your belt  
reinforces  
those gripping  
hedonic  
holy  
kisses  
that  
trigger  
me  
to part  
my thighs  
as  
you  
watch me  
intently  
whilst  
whispering  
sweet nothings  
to my  
blossoming  
peachy  
pineapple  
sweet orange blossom  
and  
delicate violet  
scented  
cunt  
that  
violently drips  
with  
a hint  
of  
subtle honey  
and  
once  
I flowered  
and  
ripened  
whilst  
glistening  
for you  
you  
pollinated  
me  
time & time  
again  
until  
I was  
quaking  
and  
gaping  
anticipating  
your  
hedonistic  
rush  
as the heart  
our love  
notes  
continued  
blossoming  
like  
a flowerbed  
of  
gardenia  
carnation  
and  
jasmine  
in the spring.