In his dreams...

The way    
your  
hungry mouth    
graces    
my    
flesh & bone    
leaves me    
weak    
and    
aching    
for more    
as your    
hands know    
their    
way    
around my    
body    
as if I were    
braille  
and    
you were    
reading    
the    
signs    
that made me    
gasp    
and    
tremble    
upon    
your altar    
as I serve    
the    
alpha    
in you  
whilst riding  
the    
width & length  
of your  
loveliness  
as it    
squeezes    
itself  
into my  
tight  
but  
glistening    
confined spaces  
until  
I’m anchored  
to your  
root    
as I hang  
upon  
your arms  
as if they  
were  
a balustrade    
to    
heaven  
and    
the way  
you make me  
flow  
gushingly  
after multiple    
earth  
shattering  
blissfucks  
leaves the  
gape  
and  
ache  
more prominent    
as I’m    
crucified    
willingly    
whilst    
wanting more  
of  
you  
deep inside me  
as you    
splay me  
wide  
beneath  
monastic ceilings  
whilst your    
breath    
fills me  
with    
your  
life force  
as I drift  
in & out  
of  
consciousness    
as your belt  
grips    
my throat  
whilst you  
hurt    
me  
ever  
so good.