today after many moons , I rose with the sun. The birds pulled me by my hair to come feel the crisp air. The breeze wrapped me up in a frozen blanket. And that’s when you said you’ll be surrounding me. Strange how your embrace is cold, when I can’t hear the warmth of an “I love you”

Strange of how “home” is only warm when I’m under your wrath begging for air. You are air. That which flows through my trachea into my vessel .
Air head - filled with none but you.

Inside me, filling me to the brim with your colorful splatters. Just a litre more, *** on daddy. Almost there... pooooof, sudden release. Watch the birds are flying. The heavy winds have quitened down. A calm after the storm.
Pleasure in all forms, surround me, in you.
A breeze on the cold morning fueled by the cotton candy sky.