Amative

We dance in solidarity for our magnetic tidal like hearts are drawn erratically by the hint of an amative promise, and the beauty in your passion is captured in the way you take my breath away whilst penetrating my soul, wholly.

Nailed upon the prism of your hardened riffs whilst shibari knots are the only thing that stands between us as you whisper something inaudible whilst tormenting me ever so sweetly to elicit a gushing flow that glistens whilst drilling me harder to drive your endpoint.

The way you touch me is numinous yet thrillingly borderline dangerous and the weight of you keeps me anchored firmly to your holy grail as you fill my plush velvet crushingly yet silently but violently whilst kissing me ever so tenderly, and in that moment you bind my heart to you as I straddle the potency of your devotion.

Fondling my subconscious by morphing subtle elements of pain & pleasure and I’m consumed by the way you tantalise my psyche until I’m aching to hang upon your arms as if they were a balustrade whilst my legs are draped over your broad shoulders.

And in that moment, nothing makes sense other than the breath you breathe into me ritualistically, and since the world around us is crumbling, let’s dance whilst the world does what it does to heal & cleanse itself.