Divinely Bound

Are you missing me like I miss you?
Why can't I get you out of my head?

You shouldn't have touched me that way.
Teasing me, awakening my senses.

I keep trying to rationalize our encounters,
But I am sure you know exactly what you are doing.

You know I get excited when your tall body overcast mine,
Looking up at you erases my words and thoughts, stuck in this admiration for you.

Your touch demands ownership, and it makes me feel safe.
There is a hunger in your eyes that I know you are trying to suppress, remaining level-headed toward others.

Yet when we are alone, our spirits run wild and free with one another—our auras dance and sway in unison.
Blending effortlessly. Time flies as our affections amplify with each passing moment.

Your eyes dance when you see me; brightness exudes from you as I walk by,
Our eye contact holds on as we speak sweet nothings through them.

You kiss me here, on my delicate neck, as you grip my hips. Caressing my body as you hold me close to you.
Your manhood is hard on my pelvis, tickling me, anticipation enslaving my body.

Passion engulfs my lady parts, swollen and wet, aching for you. Your eyes are on me, watching me enjoy and yearn for you. You are still exploring my body, softening me up to receive your love.

One by one, my clothing is shed. Slowly, with kisses following. You lift my hips to shift my body, and I feel lightweight in your grip.
Guiding me to feel, You make sure to rub, stroke, and kiss every part of me as if my bliss arouses you.

My eyes slide shut, and I am absorbed in your smell and your touch. This is when you enter me.
Pleasure surges deep within me and throughout my body. I rock my hips back and forth, pulsating on your shaft.

Your thrust and rhythm are one of a kind, and I am pulling you in deeper and deeper.
Your movements are tailored to my body, leaving its mark.

The mere thought of you brings me right back to this moment, with you inside of me. Still, I feel every thrust and the rush from you entering me.
I love hearing you come. Like I am designed to please you, fitting like a glove, teasing for his release.

I look into his eyes, and he is already looking at me.
Nothing else matters, they say; I will be his.

We part ways, but we are never apart.
Divinely bound as the heavens witnessed our love.

Interconnected by the passion that brews between us,
I ask, but when I think, I know.

Still, I wonder. Still, I hope...

But every time I see you again, I know.