Opia

He starves
me
until
I’m softly
chanting
the letters
of
his heavenly
name
for
more
of him
buried
in the
depths
of me
bone deep
always
trembling
and
quivering
beneath his
naked
ribcage
straddling the
width & length
of his
throbbing
ferocious
desire
whilst
skinny dipping
bathing
in the
moonlight
blessed by the
heavenly
divine
born again
in his
supplication
alpha
beta
omega
principles folded
into
my cinnamon bun
hot & sticky
raison d’être
as he grips
my angles
titled
hips
as he
leads
me into
his lucent
flame
holding my
gaze
intently
opia
personified
immersed
within
our shared
aesthete
wanderlust.