Enculturation

It was easy to discern his likes & dislikes, and he was always fascinated with my mouth, not because I derived pleasure in watching his eyes roll into the back of his head when I wrapped my lips firmly around his hardened notions, and it wasn’t in the way my eloquent mouth was capable of matching his explicit whispers.

Nor was it in the way he’d push several fingers in my mouth, and make me suck them clean, post making me cum all over them as he slid several fingers, whilst mapping the enculturation that underpinned our own internal barriers as we pushed those constantly, like discerning the perimeters of stained glass monastic ceilings in a cathedral, whilst bathing in the radiance of colourful hues whilst finding peace in supplication of one another’s flesh.

He found me in the many ways in which he’d kiss me during & post those moments as they were filled with such an intense need, and a hunger that spoke the same dialect as my body as he whispered mine into my heart & soul, when my lips were dripping from his salty oceanic froth as he held me closer than ever as he made me tremble volcanically.

Embracing the way his fingers danced upon my swollen bud to trigger an avalanche of multiple earth shattering orgasms as he’d whisper cum for me again, over & over, until he was hard again and he pinned me against his gorgeous perversities whilst chanting to me in ways that enabled me to open, like a lotus flower.

Noting, each moment he took my breath away whilst inhaling my exhale as his tongue trailed my lips to find the code of my taxonomic nomenclature to map against his own biological responses to the way our bodies fused, and collided whilst creating a cascading flow of  autonomy as we blossomed glisteningly, and in those moments he made me wholly, and solely, aware of his love for me.

His love grew upon me from season to season & kiss to kiss from aching lips that could only ever speak his name, whilst he elicited pleasure in triggering the little deaths that left me dazed, which oft remains the same as we circumvent societal normalities in exchange for harnessing our raw hedonistic desires to pleasure ones desires unspoken.  
 
Jotting in dot point to acknowledge the semantics in the way our flesh embraces the known & unknown as we nourish our shadow selves by shining a light on such, whilst in the dark or basking in the ambience of lit pear & sandalwood scented candles as he sets my heart & soul alight with his never ending desire to occupy me triangularly, from dusk to dawn, kneeling upon his altar with haloed lips.