Four Seasons

I held you in the first gasp of Winters breath, throughout the erubescent hues of Spring as we journeyed our way through a long hot desert Summer as the richness of ochre complimented the heat that radiated as we drifted into those Autumnal shades, and all along the stars were sprawled magnificently as the backdrop whilst stealing kisses, and tonguing the shape of stars upon your shoulder whilst inhaling the scent of your flesh as we choreographed love notes upon one another’s flesh.    
      
The anticipation of you invading me as if I     were your own, left me aching for more of your flesh & bone piercing me as I wrapped myself around you, legs draped over your shoulders as the idiosyncrasies started to emerge within the cavity of my chest, and my heart is at war with my mind as the latter triggers your memory and shines a light upon the hairline fractures that never quite healed as I bottled your breath, to sustain me post the slamming of that door.      
     
I held on to you a little too tight when all along you wanted to explore the shades of your emerging hedonism, and I found my love for you basking in the sun as I recall the way I trembled underneath you whilst my breath began to harmonise acoustically with yours as you traversed my curves, and I cherished the sinking weight of you as you buried yourself in the depths of me.      
     
As much as I cherish those moments, I enable my mind to terrorise my heart like a terrorist whilst holding my memory centre to ransom as the embers of the bonfire within my heart for you burns slowly, and ever so longingly whilst craving your touch, even if for one more time.