… locked

Locked inside my imagination

Without limits

Or restrictions.

I savor you

Every which way.

Where you are mine

Ripe for exploration

Over and over again.

Hands gripping hips,

And lips traversing thighs.

Constellations painted across skin

Adventurers lost in delicious sin.

The air bathed in growled moans

Mingled with gasping sighs.

I’ll see you again my love,

At each and every moonrise.