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Raison D’être
You, whom I adore ever so much more than the rain that blurs my vision, more than the sun that kisses my rose gold hue bare flesh, and more than the moon that I bask within during twilight hours, when my thoughts wander to you.
You consume me in the flames until I’m bursting all over you like fireworks splayed across the darkened skies.
You. Who whispers sweet nothings to me upon a gentle breeze as I violate myself, whilst aching for your soft lips to set my flesh alight as you plant kisses, where the sun rarely shines, and you hold me ever so close to your beating heart whilst mine beats, and takes a bouquet of beatings, all for you.
You calm my raging storms, and keep me anchored whilst navigating me, until I’m gushing all over you.
You. Who kindles our subtle fire as your breath alone breathes life into me whilst roaming the dark corners of my mind, only to find me looking for you, dressed in nothing but your heavenly seed whilst wildflowers blossom all over me, from season to season, you’re like lightening strikes running through my veins.
You walk with me whilst holding my hand, and I run with you, beckoning you to the shores, whilst the waves crash into us.
You. Who carries me to dizzying heights, my one & only sweetest paramour who is not fully cognisant of his own godliness, you are a thousand blazing sunrises & sunsets, and you rise up in the cavity of my chest whilst gripping me tightly by the heart & soul.
You colour my world in a glowing radiance, along with shades of grey, and rubescent hues.
You. Who pulls me ever so closer to you each morning to relish upon your hardened afterglow, whilst slipping inside me, filling me gallantly whilst taking me to places I’ve never been until I’m ready to start my day, freshly fucked and elevated, and every step I take brings me back home to you.
You are the only thing I like about me as I find my love, in the depths of your eyes, and that distils peace & contentment within me.
You. Who holds my wrist tightly whilst crushing me with your gorgeous honeyed lips to no end as your need to fuck me hard & deep up against the wall consumes my waking & sleeping hours because sometimes, making love is reserved for aftercare, and we feast upon one another as if we’d been starving, our whole lives.
You, are my raison d’etre… dearest man !
You consume me in the flames until I’m bursting all over you like fireworks splayed across the darkened skies.
You. Who whispers sweet nothings to me upon a gentle breeze as I violate myself, whilst aching for your soft lips to set my flesh alight as you plant kisses, where the sun rarely shines, and you hold me ever so close to your beating heart whilst mine beats, and takes a bouquet of beatings, all for you.
You calm my raging storms, and keep me anchored whilst navigating me, until I’m gushing all over you.
You. Who kindles our subtle fire as your breath alone breathes life into me whilst roaming the dark corners of my mind, only to find me looking for you, dressed in nothing but your heavenly seed whilst wildflowers blossom all over me, from season to season, you’re like lightening strikes running through my veins.
You walk with me whilst holding my hand, and I run with you, beckoning you to the shores, whilst the waves crash into us.
You. Who carries me to dizzying heights, my one & only sweetest paramour who is not fully cognisant of his own godliness, you are a thousand blazing sunrises & sunsets, and you rise up in the cavity of my chest whilst gripping me tightly by the heart & soul.
You colour my world in a glowing radiance, along with shades of grey, and rubescent hues.
You. Who pulls me ever so closer to you each morning to relish upon your hardened afterglow, whilst slipping inside me, filling me gallantly whilst taking me to places I’ve never been until I’m ready to start my day, freshly fucked and elevated, and every step I take brings me back home to you.
You are the only thing I like about me as I find my love, in the depths of your eyes, and that distils peace & contentment within me.
You. Who holds my wrist tightly whilst crushing me with your gorgeous honeyed lips to no end as your need to fuck me hard & deep up against the wall consumes my waking & sleeping hours because sometimes, making love is reserved for aftercare, and we feast upon one another as if we’d been starving, our whole lives.
You, are my raison d’etre… dearest man !
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