Enraptured.

The depth of you is too deep for me to wash away.


My tongue wrapped around the vermillion border of your lips.


I taste your skin.


My hands caress against each pore of your face.


Slowly streaking sensually along the ridges of your cheekbone and down to the core of your neck.


Oh, I love the warmth of you.


Our eyes meet and then mine gradually lock into the presence of your soul.


Eyes sunken into a world of extreme darkness.


I see beyond your chestnut pupils.


I want all of you.


I want to hear your sweet moans.


Begging for me to release the grasp I have on your vitality.


Gasping for air, but I’m not quite ready to unleash my grip yet.


The light of your spirit captures me every time I gaze into your existence.


The calmness of your love quivers down my spine.


I can’t surrender the chills that overcome me when I’m with you.


I won’t. 


Let me become one with you.


Smother you in the golden trimming of my tongue.


We can take a walk in the tropical paradise of your sunset.


My fingers enjoying the waves of your sun-kissed torso.


Drowning in the sea of disparity of freedom.


I just can’t let you go.


Let the waves rapture as my love draws deeper into the memories that are no longer.


My kisses get more passionate in hopes that you will return our island of dysfunction.


And yet, I drown.

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