Efflorescence

My weakness for men like you is reaffirmed each time you touch my soul whilst scrolling incantations upon my flesh with your tongue as your hands circumnavigate my curves, for your touch caresses my heart with soft whispers whilst driving me to efflorescence insanity.

Pondering the silken pomegranate seed dripping from my lips as you desecrate my wildfire to elicit the intensity of suppressed screams, whilst taking me to the edge until you feel the subtle rush & gush that’s contained within my pulsating crown as your flesh worships my sacredness.  
 
Resisting nothing as you leave me splayed & dazed, swollen and glistening, aching for more whilst you trigger my quivering soul beyond the realms of vanilla as you grip my dainty wrists, and pin me to your paper thin navy blue sheets until I’m begging for more as you leave my heart sore & gaping lucidly, exhilarated by the way you penetrate my psyche hypnotically.
 
Your limbs keep me tethered beneath you, deeply rooted to your hardened holiness as I feel the heat of your passion & desire bursting forth as you pollinate my whole being, whilst graciously placing tiny halos upon my ruby tinged lips as you draw me in to the vortex of your warm embrace, only to bask in an effervescent luxuriant afterglow as your river flows, to my tempestuous sea.