i 2 u

i … swim you ... like a river, wild feral flesh, fiery ... merged my press to your moans and motion clasped in warm rapture minds, mouths, mids emotions spin like sugar into cotton candy the Stylistics float, dreamy - musical hooka smoke that swirls moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy, smooth i surge to your source touch and taste and twist and tickle timing all with prurient precision to free your flood your legs about me, demanding nails burning sensual glyphs on my back you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit then devour - it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires "murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful "please" ... begging for my will is no longer ... my own.