Thine

He likes to breath me in and watch me burn in the fire of his desire, and my heart is bursting at the seams.
 
His love is like hot wax on my cunt as it sears my senses & leaves me aching, nipples hardened pulled into thin air, breathlessly awaiting the warmth of his mouth crushing upon mine, thine and I’m set alight whilst his calm tempers me, and I’m alone in my need to taste his pomegranate seed.
 
Palm to psalm, breast to chest and blushed in rubescent shades of pain & pleasure as we lie tangled & rooted, bound to one another in your garden of wildflowers, tongues twisted & twined, so divine as his hands roam my flesh.
 
He’s more than cognisant of the power he has over me, holding me to ransom as I whore my heart & soul to him, and he touches my heart whilst consuming my thoughts, and I’m conflicted because I need to be touched, beyond words on a screen.
 
To be manhandled, and fucked ferociously before finding solace in his arms, and there’s purity in the flame we share, and meeting somewhere halfway, anywhere.
 
I’m not a little girl that gushes over words for too long as I’m a grown woman that needs to be splayed wide & fucked senseless, and if he’s unable to fulfil the task he should let me go.  
 
Inconsistency makes me weary as if I have to refine the settings on his equaliser whilst tempering the bass & treble of his melodic love notes, and he reacts almost violently to the unpredictable shifts in my absence.  
 
I wanna listen to his harmonic tunes, and touch upon his unspoken desires to pin me down in an album to procure my lust for him, and to feed upon his voyeuristic tendencies as I’m splayed from left to right, in all my wrongness just for him to hum upon my blatant sensitivities.
 
He makes my cunt ache like he’s the only man on the planet that could fill me and make me gush, post the gape he leaves as we ride the waves of multiple orgasms.
 
This love feels like heaven & hell, and nothing else matters as we navigate this ship, day to day.  
 
I’m like fire & ice, and he’s learning to fly as we plunge into the depths of his ocean, and my love pulsates & emanates whilst wrapped tightly upon his subtle but evident throb, and I’ve latched onto his lingering kiss as our lips collide in the blueprint we designed.  
 
I just wanna trace your gorgeous lips with my tongue, and taste the rest of him because all I think about is him, cascading all over me.  
 
However, there's hopelessness found in this kind of longing, which is killing me softly all over again, and I’m drowning in his shades of blue but I love him to no end.