Passionfruit

He boldly
tiptoes
on the  
fringes  
of my  
psyche  
mysterious  
like  
the hierophant  
more than  
a man  
yet  
mythical & magical  
in all his  
forms
blessed  
is he  
who holds
one’s gaze  
wandering
intently  
whilst drawing  
upon  
heavenly delights
stealing kisses
whilst  
deep diving
into his
intoxicating  
allure
captured  
in his  
lustrous ways
whilst he stands
upright
peeling
me open
to savour  
my juicy
nectarine
watching me
as I gasp
upon his rigid
notion
followed by
devotional incantations  
as they slip past  
my heated  
breath work
merging
upon his
superior mantle
whilst  
crowned
upon his
pulsating  
devotion as he  
drizzles
translucent  
drops of jupiter
upon  
my haloed
lips
as raindrops
slide  
upon the tilted  
louvre  
just like my
hips
tempering heartfelt  
gratitude  
a deeper grip
juggling  
long flights  
whilst inhaling  
the sights  
of cotton  
candy
clouds  
capturing  
the delicacy of  
raw sugar
flesh on flesh
constellating
glimmers
twinkling in twilight  
as I glimpse  
his
glistening
sweat beads  
slip sliding
between us
whilst his  
soft kisses
as his
soul deep
whispers
soothe  
my beating  
heart
soul kissed
murmuring softly  
yet violently
all consuming
a hushed  
divine  
moment
in time
solidifies
the nexus  
of
sweet & sticky
passionfruit
bound  
in his
peripheral  
karmic injustices
as I heal  
our
unspoken
wounds
running
my fingers
along the base
of his
spine
reading his bones
like braille.