Slain wolves line the sheets
The sheets strewn across the bed in which we lay
Their disheveled state matters little to us.
With my head upon his chest I listen his heart
The sound sends shivers to the very corners of my being,
if only I could listen forever.
I look up and gaze upon his perfect features
I can only admire his angelic lines , his blazing smile ,
and the beauty of the sparkle in his eyes.
I lean in , our lips meet
Control and restraint become meaningless
We embrace
There we lay chest to chest
Face to face.
In an anarchic mix of love, lust and passion
It began
Passion flowed freely
And our bodies moved as one
The waves of pleasure ravaged us
and we were left clutching onto mere scraps of oxygen.
I gazed upon him and watched as the sweat on his back
became prism-like
Splitting and shattering light
into my all to dark eyes.
Our light turns to shade
And nothing can compare to the love we've made.
We lay now
and close our eyes
as we are enveloped by silence
and everything fades into pure nothingness. . .
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Slain wolves line the sheets
The sheets strewn across the bed in which we lay
Their disheveled state matters little to us.
With my head upon his chest I listen his heart
The sound sends shivers to the very corners of my being,
if only I could listen forever.
I look up and gaze upon his perfect features
I can only admire his angelic lines , his blazing smile ,
and the beauty of the sparkle in his eyes.
I lean in , our lips meet
Control and restraint become meaningless
We embrace
There we lay chest to chest
Face to face.
In an anarchic mix of love, lust and passion
It began
Passion flowed freely
And our bodies moved as one
The waves of pleasure ravaged us
and we were left clutching onto mere scraps of oxygen.
I gazed upon him and watched as the sweat on his back
became prism-like
Splitting and shattering light
into my all to dark eyes.
Our light turns to shade
And nothing can compare to the love we've made.
We lay now
and close our eyes
as we are enveloped by silence
and everything fades into pure nothingness. . .