Ah, my love, my chemical romance, my alchemical fuel, my anecdote and flame.

Held hostage by love’s endless plans, we’ve been written, mapped and destined to entwine.

Come sit with me, lie next to me, crawl deep into the dark with me. Let’s figure, talk, discover and explore.

Trace wires with me, my love. Let’s make knots and tangle rope, wind cord and cable binding us so tight.

I want to touch all your untouchables, see beneath your visible, hold tight to what’s been never grasped before. You are a beautiful complexity, a blueprint matched too deep in me, a troublesome but trouble-free desire.

Let’s fall a little further and then dig a little deeper, let’s sink, submerge and swallow the unknown.

Let your soul react with me, vibrate and then pulsate so deep, let fluids rush between us like the shore.

Rock, but, then roll over me.

Stir, shake each piece of me.

Release, give and take from me.

Embrace me hold me tight, but then let go.

Feel and sense my frequency, go slow and then speed into me…be hard, be gentle then adore.

Search for the intensity, feel every darkened part of me and let the sacred, damned unspoken shock your core.

Surrender every part of you, ignite a raging fire in you, let’s burn, turn up the heat, and then contour.

Delve and then devour with me, create and then produce with me, bite, dig your nails, tear my soul.

Make art when making love with me. Draw through and in the flesh of me.

Scrawl, make it neat, make it raw.

Let’s make, my only love. Make it deep and so erotic.

Make it love, make it pure and make it score.

 

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Author: Alex Sandra Myles 

Editor: Renée Picard

Photo: Whole Lotta Love at Pixoto