His body poured over mine...
it's like sweltering lava melting my skin.
I can taste him like water to wine
And feel him like every sin...
He touched me like I needed
And he held me like I wanted
But he couldn't kiss me like I dreamed it
yet it was great to feel so completed.
And then , I was drowning...
The water poured down on me...
Satisfied, I could only feel ...
Over my breast and down passed my knees.
It all felt heavenly.
He draped over me like I was his curtain
Passion poured like a fountain dripping from the sky
His hands molded my body to the form he desired
And I melted into him..
It was a tapestry,
An artwork of no one's design;
A patient man with anxious hands
that shaped me into a piece of art.
Wrapped legs around the hips,
one can imagine the need beneath.
But, this one laid there endlessly,
to take each dying breath.
He poured over me like melting lava
He draped me like a curtain
He was a magnet to my body
and an anchor in my soul...
His passion poured over me like a fountain...
His hands molded me to every desire
Leaving me satisfied and completed...
I was a tapestry,
An artwork of only his design;
A patient man with anxious hands
that shaped me into life.
~~grb 11/12/15
(The pucture above does not belong to me. It was sent to me via text with no listed author.)
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