November

He launched his rocket on my ship, and we set sail at dawn seeking to find ourselves in the depths of one another whilst anchored & navigating the deep blue, and his fingers run the length of my pages whilst he scribbles his love on sticky notes to plaster them all over my world wall in other places, where limestone walls and wrought iron doors don’t exist.

A constant reminder of what’s lost and what’s most treasured, like his most cherished flavour from cold rock with a combination of sweets smashed into his cup to heighten his tastebuds as I smother his lips in hot chocolate whilst he hums my song, and pulls me closer as we dance on the wooden deck of if you know, you know, it’s organic and we watch the sunset as the fence line disappears over green pastures.

Licked from his lips and he lathers my swollen bud with frozen delights as the warmth of his tongue swirls like a silky ribbon that leaves me splayed, basking in his sunrise as he blows my mind, and all his almost lovers shaped his jagged bones whilst he grinds against me as we watch the artificial fake as fuck world splatter on the other side of freshly cut magnolias.

For there is nothing more devastatingly beautiful & arousing than the bare naked moments we share whilst baring our souls, in the raw & rarest moments that are somewhat filthy, and disturbingly real & honest as the head on collision of his almost lovers are blurred in shades of everything yesterday, like the smell of stale cigarettes & cheap wine.

His fault lines run deep as they shift my tectonic plates with each thrust whilst rising in love for we never fall & stumble, blindly in love with something as superfluous as words alone when touch dominates, and I watch the way his breath escapes his lips whilst he watches me straddle his perpendicular landscapes, until he erupts like a volcano all over my lips.

And November, is fast approaching…