Soft Glow

The way you wander across my tessellations whispering inaudible scriptures whilst pinning me beneath the weight of waiting for you, strumming upon my swollen bud, and I oft wonder if your soul is too far anchored in a frozen timeline that you’ll never be able to elevate from as you’re still masked & undelivered, knowing the unveiled truth I reflect back to you as our ship sets sail.

Knowing you, delivers me from peripheral manevolence in the way your hands roam the perimeter of my sun kissed flesh whilst the length & width of your blissfuck leaves me breathless, and when I look at you, I see your heavenly pristine flow bursting from your lips, intently blooming from your face like a field of wildflowers swaying in the loveliness of an evenly tempered spring day as the soft sea breeze invades all my hollow spaces, and when your eyes pierce mine, forehead to forehead, breath to breath.

You heal the unhealed with each passionate kiss, and the vitality of your touch radiates between us abundantly, sacred by virtue, wrapped tightly in a sealed scroll, and we share history that spans aeons and when you wants me to whip your arse for all the wrong you did whilst trying to make it right when you left us barren & desolate in the last lifetime, and the strands of time reminds me of how far we’ve come as the years slip into decades, and you’re the epitome of strength & grace in your masculinity, raw & devious.

You’ll always depict the wilderness, in all things undiscovered & unchartered, and there’s no lie in the way you whisper truth to me from dawn to dusk, from the wall to the floor to the shower to the tiled floor, until we retire in a soft feather down duvet, layered in crispy sheets that swaddles us closely until you rise again so I can straddle your  rock hard intentions, rolling my hips over yours as you watch me intently until I’m shaking & quivering, cascading all over you until you flip me over and tilt my hips so you can drill me harder.

Trembling in our bare flesh couture as your impulsivity triggers an avalanche of multiple O’s that make me drip, and the vortex of your sacred love notes thrusts me into an intoxicating state, and I can’t get enough of you, and all your complexities you hand over willingly, like a rubix cube that you gift me to reset as your smirk speaks a language only I can decipher on a dirt road that leads to nowhere in particular.

And the murmuration of birds speak infinity to us in the light of day, humming sweet nothings whilst strumming on our heart strings, resonating vibrationally, and all we can do is smile because we speak authentically whilst standing upright as you twist me like a pretzel in the ambience of a soft glow that leaves an afterglow that burns bright.