The art of your touch.

Clothes on the floor and our moans hanging on your door, waiting for your walls to fall to come through.

Clothes on the floor and our moans are all over your room, red stains on my lips and bellflower all over my neck, stardust over my body begging you to draw more, for you’re an artist and my body is your favourite canvas. The dreams I’ve had about you are coming true, my body is as chaotic as your thoughts can be sometimes.

For there’s more than a hundred flowers in your garden yet you picked to water only me, all the dreams I’ve had about you became true and my fears vanished once your lips touched my body, erasing all the bad memories of the unwanted touches.

For im an addict for your touch, and your the dealer and the drug, the drug that gets me high to the 7th sky to the point my feet never wanna touch the ground ever again. Clothes all over your floor and moans playing like our favourite song, me worshiping your touch and you’re the merciful goddess touching every inch of it, making my prayers come true .

Your lips locked with mine, and all the words ran out and my tongue forgot what language it speaks as if it was made to only kiss you.

You treated me like your favourite canvas, drawing kisses all over my body, sucking life out of it- yet it made me feel alive rather than ever. You moistened parts no one ever been to, you whispered in my ears and said “it’s nature my dear, we should keep wet in order to stay alive”.

Always thought death orgasms are irreplaceable til i found you; death and life in one person-the orgasm that made me feel like dying to the point i prayed to stay alive to feel it again til this world crashes and turn to ashes. satan and god beneath your skin, the skin that i will always crave, and the lips that made me high enough to feel all the holy things, yet sober enough to realise that im more sane than ever.

You’re the higher power i believe in, for you’ve given my body life and planted forests in it, and waterfalls in between my thighs. And for you and your divine touch I’ll always be weak to the core.