Amalgam
Days forever and always spent at his side
Were I to ever be so lucky
Mornings with shattered sunlight reflecting pools of crimson
Auburn waves beneath pasty white strings of stratus
Engulfed in strong and powerful fortresses of sinew
Loneliness never once a foreboding thought
What have I to fear in his arms?
What has he to fear in mine?
I wield his blade in more ways to name
The battlefield cannot compare to my trepidation in this
Enemies fall at his power amplified by mine
But alone my heart beats inside a cage of mortal terror
Vigor and verve are no strangers to his company
How can this worldly denizen of simple flesh ever compare?
Apprehension a deadly plague on the corner of my intellect
His assurance does little to settle my uneasy nerves
Grace, perfection, and flawless beauty are his claims
Addressing these concerns into my ear with a whisper
Shivers racing down the column of my spine are the answer
His form summoning sustenance from my pounding lungs
Huge, hot, and achingly hard, I yearn for his touch
My body weakly trembles at the prospect
The breath I utter is wasted on momentary lapse
Hiding desire from the mouth of the beast is outright futile
Wet lips crash onto me in a flood, dragging me along the current
A torrential downpour of blazing flames and glorious fire
My body branded with the heat of tongue, teeth, and anxious caresses
Increasingly wet and intensely wild, his shape shudders, fitting perfectly to mine
Never a feeling more passionate, never a sight more poignant than this
Mirrored reflection renders his body sinking fully into mine with every stroke
Singular? Distinct? Separate? No longer the case.
Permanent union. One and the same.
This bond can never be severed; this mold will never be broken.
Not as long as he is mine.