two parts fiction
three parts dream
thread from a cloud
tear from the sea
a love affair
of sweat and lust
bent over
with hips high
and head low
hard thrusts
and muffled moans
bite marks
as kisses trail
with tounge twisted
between thighs
of your soft heaven
and the sinful scent
of blood
and cream
left on my
dripping fingertips
from your moist fold
that your lips devour
and swallow down
no hesitation
as heads
and hands
and limbs
mix into something
of pain and bliss
we lose ourselves
on the edge
of ecstasy
and thunderstorms
of electricity
and tumble back
and crash through
two parts fiction
and three parts dream
and we become
a thread
stiched through
a tear
of a love affair
at the bottom
of a forgotten sea