Day One

He has coffee-cream skin that spills over it's borders, laps onto mine - and I swear I can taste the sweetness of it on my tongue.
Lacy, spider veined boy; his blood runs through his hair and it comes out so vivid that every color embedded in this Earth can't do it justice.

Sorrel eyes halcyon - they rock me to sleep on their waves,
In and out, he rakes me over his whitecap coals. Soothes me with his freckled skin, and I ridge his collarbones with nordic fingertips.

Scarred lips desperate on mine, I swear his entire body presses me. Radiating heat I feel all the way to my core. My dear, you've not heard of warmth until his arms are closed around you.

He's something wicked. He entices me into deeds not spoken of by even the fiery devil under our dancing feet.

Oh Lord, help me to be pure; it's so hard with rough hands gliding, strong tounge swirling...

Morals, if you were wondering, are for the weak.
I can assure you that he is strong.