Him

Him. HIM I feel as if the Mississippi is damn near about to gush out the meeting of my thighs. Just at the memory of our first night. I yearn To soak in his alpha aura It sends me into a deep calm A sleep with my eyes open To dream. When he begins to open his mouth to smile to speak I cannot help the excitement to learn the inside works of his head this man could be a prophet a healer of the soul and spirit. The teasing bites of his teeth against my skin Soft thrushes Hands brushing Pudenda throbbing My spine evaded by cold creep. With him I am elevated to a completely new realm I could slide my tongue beneath his perfect teeth How can a man be so delicious? My wanting for Him is Now Everyday Forever. For him to fill me up in empty spaces to consume me. To take me places between pleasure and pain As if to break all my bones And fix me up all again My existed has been utterly bruised by Him.