Beneath the sweetly fragrant pussy willow of these ever shortening summer afternoons. The wait for spring, soon, shall ensue.
As you caress my supple cheek between your soft palms, I know that ever more, I shall be yours and you, mine. Forever. Fornever.
There is no denying this fate, this scripted attraction. While you tease, taunt and tantalise my sweet flesh with your lips of affection, my hands trembled as they brush the small of your back, the crook in your neck, the pitfalls of your stomach and the deep well of your ended umbilical cord.
This tender, ever-ending, never-ending kiss of lust, of tales left untold. You have reached the summit, the precipice of my gaping, open heart. I yearn for your touch, your breathe shared with mine, ever more.
Just please, I beg of your, sweet lover of my eternal night, leave behind the games of your foolish, swooping, swiping past. And learn to love me as I love you, for we, together, combined as one, shall rule this world with all but the power of our crooked little fingers, ever entwined.
