Still

Hips tilted and locked, you tantalise me with your playfulness, withholding that which I want, until I’m quivering fervently, and I shouldn’t have to beg you to make me come but I do in the soft ambience of your presence, knowing that I’d go anywhere with you, blindly following you down a path that feels familiar, beyond the gate we once stood, naked yet sheathed, swaddled in apprehensive youthfulness that shielded us from making mistakes.

Opposites attract yet we’re one and the same, running game as we forget the pain and remember that which once held us anchored, emotions moored and held at bay, yet nothing extinguished as flames spark from embers alight, and I yearn to hold you, flesh to flesh and breath to breath, so close yet not too far from reach, and that’s how we remain perched upon the peripheral of one another’s heart & soul.

You’re the softness in me that rarely sees the light of day, and I’m the wilderness in you that hopes to grow wildly, unbound & pristine, and my shoreline will always reach for your tidal shifts, and your soft spoken words, spanning the sands of time, a love that dawns and promises to heal & seal whilst navigating rough terrain, and all that means nothing when our hands are laced and we’re running towards blue skies & sunny days.

And I’m captivated by your oceanic pools, for within them holds a love that remains wrapped tightly in its bud, awaiting a season for reasons to blossom because you matter to me, a muse to nurture and nourish in times of need, a lover lodged in the depths of me, driven to borderline insanity whilst submerged in the shades of your cerulean, piercing my whole soul and I’m struck, you’re like lightning coursing through my vains.

 On this morning, I blow haloed kisses upon a gentle breeze, in the hope the wind carries them to you, sealed with love, and a hunger that lays dormant, waiting for you to find me, and plant yourself in the depths of me until we’re trembling and shaking.

Immersed heart & soul, lingering longingly like an affirmation that bleeds love, and you elicit passionate heartfelt hues that trigger a tsunami of emotions, and any perceived wrongdoing means nothing compared to the love that’s shared, found in the depths of our unspoken truths, baring ourselves in hope whilst bathing in one another’s presence.

Seeded long ago, just waiting to blossom as we toil to harvest once again, and I have nothing to give but my time, care, and the rhythm & rhyme of my flesh as you take what you need whilst speaking to my soul in ways that make me sigh, rendering me helpless whilst on the cusp of bursting forth, and your soft whispers turn the tide.

Soft yet rough, hard & fast, slow but intense, moments that bind us, like thread to needle, you penetrate my pysche in ways that leave me bound to you yet untethered, aching to feel your hardened passion, infused by the scent of our love, and I feed your hunger for soft flesh, filled deeply until all that stands between us is the breath we both share.

Thoughts of you leave me breathless leave me breathless, killing me softly within the flames of a shared desire, and there’s no grace in the way I want you to pin me underneath you because in those moments of raw truth, that’s how we find ourselves whilst merging into one another, hearts latched and nestled in the familiarity of still waters, fertile and plush.