Mood....

Ache....

Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.

I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.

Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.

Now..... It's something different.

It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.

You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.

I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.

I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.

I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.

I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.

I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.

My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....

Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....

My ache begins to build again.

Giving and Receiving, oil on canvas, 8x8 inches, 2019

Craving you... Your skin... The softness of your body...feeling your muscles beneath my fingertips twitching to my touch.... Every curve I see beneath your clothes, now exposed and mine to explore.... To slide Into you bare.... To take you raw, intimate.... Losing one's self to time and environment

Una calda doccia

To lay the ropes against your delicate skin, watching them dig as they strain against the pattern....

The sound of your voice soothes me, while I can be content throughout my day, nothing quite speaks to my soul like you.

I'm too far down the rabbit hole......

For me it's no second thought to it, no wondering later if I made a mistake...... You are what I choose in this life, even if I'm not deserving of you.

More poetry in my book :)

Mood:

Sweet kisses that turns into savage sex....