Almond Blossoms

A longing for lust – or perhaps the fine fragrance of his sensuous expressions.

Aroused acknowledgment as we both seek more, though stuck in relentless tessellations of tracing each other's body-lines.

Silk-likened hip grazing, toss-around head banging, clung to the passionless hoary bed linen.

Emptied and cloud-catching, bare-bodied searching for patterns in your lips impertinences.

A delicacy to sip upon, crisp apple bosoms - permanence obliged to his desire.

Tainted azure ether, blurring stale cologne squalls echoing falsified moans. Seduced neck pecks, ingrained within flirtatious - salted vanilla bean eyes.

A repetitive body for your defuse, pearly almond blossom branches fountain her chest.

A hand to the neck, scraping hairline fringes and wispy baby-ends.

Freshly buzzed trim declares no grip to the feminine graze, a savour forbidden past the sixth hour of wear.

Mouth-watering, timeless attractions to be necked out of hypnosis.

A one-sided romance; two bodies ingrained together as one melodious calamity.

His subdued collared white polo sat rumpled, smothered with a blush stroke and her translucent aroma.

A furling core to a quick-witted whine; reminder to beyond the sheets lies a lack of inconsequential coitus.

A brief interspace between us vigorishes our enthralling seductions.

Peripherally near – outward facing objectives, chanting fruitful lullabies as she aches to be devoted to.

Distinctly positioned for her oversight, a lack of consistency and a one-night stand forgotten, yet she witnessed enough to yearn the loss.

Perched nude bottom, splayed wings atop the frigid glossed marble countertop.

Winced eyes shut, reading subtle freckled ingrains upon his shoulders and biceps.

Brass faucets, blush frosted tooth-brush carafe, satin-interiored jewellery box and an emptied floral flacon.

A timorous silhouette of memories once devoured.

Vulnerability too weak to turn it's back – mirrored disregard as the droplets of his tongue trace her collarbone.

Wincing to be craved for more than evening outings or a café-run security blanket.

A night in and a night out, freshly soaped bodice or prickled wine-spotted legs; entangled hair ties, stomach aches, sleep-deprived visions and skin care routines.

A second and then third dew-ing after ten and again before five, splaying your earthy essence chest to shoulder to neck to back.

Short to be the length of time lasted; nuanced eye-brow raises, fisted sweaty palms, abundant quivers to dispense this ideal of commitment.

A futile decanter sat meaningless and in search of the finger's soft caress –

a personality twist,

confused gaze toward her unbeknownst self

and fractured glass remnants.