The Blood & The Bones

I part the sea

letting my legs gape

fingers dance

and their journey begins

upon my own skin

as I imagine

it’s him

ebbing and flowing

out and in

pulsating in waves

at the thought of his weight

spreading me open further

arching my back into it

liking rolling hills

imagining his grip

on my throat

on my hips

guiding me

to the end

where the waterfall flows

and yet sometimes this

is just the beginning

of his exploration

as he digs deeper

tearing into me

marking his newfound territory

until I am left in a mess of mine and his

and I can feel him still

as if it’s real

when I am to touching in the place of him

the blood

& the bones