For the moon to eclipse the sun, transient is the flame of desire, a fire that burns intensely, forms a halo around your heart: the heart be the mind that sees and desires.
Your legs a necklace around my neck: languid your torso flows immersed in the deep still waters. The overripe fruits hangs from the vine. Mine is the divine rite.
My cheeks buried within yours:
tasting the nectar oozing from your sweet raw flesh — exposed to the light: it is as appetising as dark molasses.
My face basking in the manliness of you, I smell you on my finger tips. Scent: Summer showers falling on hot sun baked tarmac.
I hunger to taste you like no other: your soft thighs to caress with my lips. For me, to drink and savour the milky sap SPLASHED on your warm velvet skin: the emotion gushing forth from inside — to cultivate — to prize open shells. There is something so intoxicating about the scent of your cum, Punched Drunk — in it, I find comfort and warmth. I want to hear the release.
After the rush, to listen to your breathing accelerate and then dissipate : like the ocean spray: waves oscillating in the night — under starry skies — bejewelled my eyes — looking down unto you — the isle lost in a vast ocean of dreams.
Hush, be the quiet, be still, sleep and dream away your cares: surrender to the undertows and left yourself drift with the flow. Let’s go, and let the melody slip, words dripping from your lips, salivate, moving to the beat, gaze, daze, slide, ride, let’s tumble into the light, drifting out of the darkness into the day light.
Let’s take each other on a high, flow, glow, bask in the afterglow, skin blushed, the heat rising beneath the skin, the fever has me delirious, it has us talking in tongues, I am punch drunk on the scent of you, a full blooded red wine, rioja, the tannin stains our heart, leaves us basking, I taste the salt from the sole of your feet. Amore: I adore you.