Tangled

When I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, the memory of all we never had fills my eyes with a salty river as I immerse myself within your faint aromatic essence as it fills me deeply whilst the blanket of shimmering stars that cascade upon your shoulder guides me home, and the grief & loss that hangs upon my lips leaves me suspended in flashbacks of brief moments that were nothing but everything, a soft ambient interlude that plays on repeat, and his stories pulled me into the vortex of all his insecurities, and my cherry hued lips reach for his in anticipation of tasting the blossoming crispy velvety notes of pear & vanilla as my tongue traces the letters of my name upon them whilst my fingers are laced between his, and the heat of his breath fills me with his faith in love & hope as if it could heal the inner ruins within my heart that reflect an empty derelict building flagged for demolition, and I wait patiently for him to wake from his slumber as I recall the way he fingered my pages and sent me subtle notes of florid whilst setting me on fire with a deep yearning that has me wondering if those words we’ll see; will ever come to fruition as my juicy ripe peach beckons him to bite into me and savour the love that still lingers in the air as I wrap myself in his unspoken devotion whilst craving the ocean and basking in his flamboyant unpredictability as I burn for him in blushed ochre tones, aching for the moment his eyes draw me into his world whilst deep diving, and delving deeper into his godly filthy mind as leather soon replaces lace whilst he asserts his authority, and brands me with the raising of welts that his soft kisses soothe as he has me splayed open with a gape that leaves my heart and soul pickled in a jar on his mantle piece above the fireplace he stokes my raging fire whilst tormenting me with his notion of pleasure & pain as he strings me along like his whorish masochistic slut that feigns innocence as the classy lady in me is reduced to nothing but a plaything he keeps on a leash, making me beg for more when he retreats into his own narrative that torments him with frustration as he cradles me in his lap whilst I plant kisses upon his face; leashed and bound at the heart & soul by tethers unseen as his pearlescent seed drips like honey from my lips.