Panacea

His love language entails looking deeply in my eyes, and I can read his mind as he sits across from me, noting all he wants is to fuck me, to see me trembling beneath the heat of his rage until he pierces my whole being, mind, body & soul, filling me to the brim with love & light.

He whispers his unspoken desires into my gaze, and he roasts my arse with his telepathic heartfelt feelings, and our flames swirl into one another, eliciting heat that binds us whilst his lips connect with mine, splayed wide inexplicably and there’s no denying our destiny.

He lies on his back whilst mirroring me, and all I want is to straddle him when he’s got that look, so I can feel the length & width of his stubbornness pulsating within my core until I’m cascading & flowing, whispering truth into his heart & soul as our bodies collide and his pain subsides.

Turning his frown upside down, rebuilding his faith in the faithless, divinely bound by the most high, and his hands hold me in longevity, grinding against me lovingly yet intently whilst we breath life into one another, and we crown one another whilst baring ourselves.

Roaming tongues twined, heavenly divine animalistic desires, and he wants me to whisper sweet nothings to him whilst he fucks me until I’m begging for more, harder & deeper, and he fills me deep until I’m gaping, and dripping with his seed, waiting for him to recover so we can go again.

Healing our wounds until the fragrance of the air is filled with our love, whilst he’s planting his harvest in spring until we flourish & blossom all over one another again, bound to our love, lust, dreams & desires whilst divinely guided to merge on the premise of heavenly bliss.

And his love is like panacea.