Medicinal

When he
looks
at me
that
way
it’s like
the sun  
rays  
beam  
from his  
face  
as I watch  
him  
mature
like  
fine wine
savouring
the  
length & width  
of his  
vintage
bouncing
violently
on his  
proclivities
intently yet playfully  
until I’m  
bursting
at the seams  
gushing
on his rock  
hard
polarities
blended  
in duality  
limbs tangled  
as our  
sighs
collide
tongue tied
scribbling
his love  
notes  
where love
bites
fear to tread
and  
I watch  
the way
his lips
glide across  
my flesh  
as if he  
wrote
the scrolls  
of my  
scriptures
splayed wide
trembling
quivering
on his  
tide
as he sighs
at my
explicit  
interludes  
and
he
blows me
twice  
daily
sometimes more
as he  
leaves me
breathless  
gasping for air
stretched  
wide
as I wear  
him  
out
until  
his laughter  
at my blatant  
smut
serenades  
my giggles
as I drop  
F bombs
when he pins  
me
down  
to steal
what’s already  
his
tilting  
me strategically
whilst  
hammering me
deep
until
he spills  
his holy
divine
essence  
all over me
ever so
gracefully
and
he’s my  
therapy
as his voice  
alone
is hypnotic
consuming me
wholly
until I’m
dazed
branding me
home
blessed
to be
submerged
in his  
majestic
aura & soft
spoken
words
that triggers
a hunger  
that
always
leaves me  
starving  
for more
and he’s
e v e r y t h I n g
good
which  
makes me
wanna  
be whorishly
bad
until  
we’re both
high  
as kites
floating blissfully  
as we  
navigate
the complexity  
of  
unnecessary  
burdens  
when life
feels  
like  
it wants  
to fuck us  
sideways
blindsided
yet his  
existence  
alone
is medicinal
to my  
soul
as he  
leaves  
me
gaping
and
wanting more
whilst
sprinkling
remnants  
of ourselves  
all over  
the place
from  
the door
to the
wall  
to the  
couch
to the  
kitchen bench  
to the  
shower
and  
the
tiled floor  
before  
making it
to bed
and  
he’s the  
remedy
for all  
the madness
that  
surrounds.