Hibernation

His lips
hibernate
in the
depths
of my
whole
being
scribing
IOUs
whilst
whispering
sweet nothings
a sole act
of
curation
to fold me
as he
watches
the way
he
penetrates
my soul
eliciting
explicit
desires
spread
wide
cherry pink
raw
and
glistening
like the
honey
that drips
from
bare flesh
that
gushes
upon his
hardness
and
we forget
where we
are
whilst
frolicking
amongst nature
post
hibernation.