In the dim light of the string lights

Under the cold winter night

Within the soft folds of the blanket

Over the waves of her ecstasy

Running wild with the thought of that smile

Right before the thrust of that kiss

Catching every fleeting breath

Escaping the rims of the scarlet bites

Caught between his hold and a dark place

Refusing to let go of her insanity

Rummaging through endless counts of deepest of kisses

With leftovers of her taste

Oh how fine her soul looked

Dripping down his lips

Oceans of her wait

Trickling under his call

The tides of her screaming moans

Pulling at his shores

Breaking through every wall in him

Drying him of every thirst……over and over and over again