Amorist

The letters of his name are concealed below my flesh as my mind holds my heart to ransom, and the southern cross keeps me anchored to his dreams whilst my lips yearn to cultivate a bond love that keeps me tethered to his heart and soul as we tantalise the senses.
 
Deep diving into the subtle but evident pathways that bound me as he pins me beneath the weight of his love, and I’m sprawled beneath his starry nights whilst he drills me violently to elicit those little deaths that leave me trembling, gaping and aching for more of him, firmly embedded deeply.  
 
Radiating his effervescence leaves me brimming spritely whilst gripping my core as he threads himself deeply within my sacral chakra, and my glistening core reciprocates his need to plant his seed within the depths of my plush velvet corridor as he draws upon my breath.  
 
Lucidly dancing upon the premise of his hardened notions until my bud is swollen and sensitive to his sacred holiness as his eyes pierce me upon the flow of tantric waves as I grip the balustrade of his arms whilst tracing my name with my tongue upon them.

His love captivates as he nourishes me with his amorist dialect holistically as his tongue scribbles love notes for me to decipher upon my root chakra whilst swaddling me against his chest as his legs are threaded through mine as we cherish the love we make.