The intensity of his glance is hidden within the gentleness of his touch, bound through binding, knotted in the words unspoken, never confiding in the prism of woe is me, and he speaks his narrative to posture himself in the humming of my bee stung lips whilst he pollinates my florid soft petals, bending me to his will and the thrill in his eyes, drives him to unsealed roads before he navigates my uncharted waters, cascading upon his cathedral whilst eliciting worship and my soft lips traverse the length & width of his ache until he grips me tightly, threaded beneath the surface as the summer rain falls on corrugated iron.
Tangled, in sheets are limbs too tired to rest as they pay homage to a lost love found in the threads of time, and my hips are engraved with his lips, tethered to the gripping of his need as he tames the wilderness within my soul, summoning the gape that he tunes symphonically whilst orchestrating a ballad that revels in his touch, and the way his breathes tumbles upon me whilst penetrating my whole soul until it glistens and sparkles, finding him content in the blushing orgasmic bliss of the anchoring of his effervescent fetish.
Nailed to the chasm of his cross to bare as he whispers his vulnerability to the mosaic fragments of my heart & soul whilst he twines his limbs upon mine until we find our healing upon one another's ochre hued landscapes until he elicits a gushing waterfall, and there is no fury in his fist as he breaks the seal whilst buried knuckledeep as I grip his wrist, and he lovingly plants kisses upon my swollen bud until I'm blossoming, pulsating & begging him to go deeper in his creativity as he uses my flesh to finger paint me beneath monastic ceilings.
Initiating me into his ancient ritual to ensure he imprints himself upon me as if I had derived from his very own rib, noting the forget-me-nots that linger in the spaces of his grip and I'm reeling as my being is encased in the shades of his contours whilst he plunges himself into the shifting tide of my waves, blessed with the salting of my elegance and the purity of his love is found in his oceanic blues as he fondles my subconscious and the golden threads that twined us from season to season, and our love remains gracefully in the renewal of flames.
Surrendering to his carnality, and the wonder that washes over him as we bathe in the purity of his milk & honey as I kneel before him, incensed by the rhythmic notion of his unwavering devotion as he severs the ties between those who are not capable of healing the riffs that linger below the surface of his emotions, and with each moment shared, his faith and trust emerges as our sexual energy flows into one another, hennaed upon the tilting of my hips to meet the gravity of his canticles as the rawness of his elucidation hums upon my ripened lotus.