Ink Stained Soul…

He didn’t save me. I did that.

He held the door open. I chose to walk through.

Seen. Recognized.

Before him, I braced. Now —

I can’t think when he touches me. I melt. I burn. Filled with a hunger that only he can provide. My body becomes safe to feel everything in this man. Pleasure I can’t comprehend. Need. Depths of passion.

I don’t come yet. But I become. And that’s the passion my body finally feels safe enough to have.

In his arms I’m no longer starved of pleasure.

Every touch. Every thrust. Filling me in ways no human can fathom.

A wild inferno takes place. My moans and sighs sound like echoes from a distance. A volcano surrounded by a hurricane — and in the center, an island of safety in his arms.

Alive. I become alive in ways that only we can create.