He released her
from the cage of her own body,
her own mind -
of corporeal form itself.
She became nothing
and everything
all at once, something
only he could hold on to.
She was a liquid, spilled
poured out and covering him,
clinging to his skin like sweat,
and her eyes warmed his own
like melted pools
of the darkest chocolate.
And as he was held so tightly
by her damp thighs,
he knew in that moment
amidst her sighs, that
only he could empty her
and refill her over and again.
With his own release,
he released her.
Me, Release (via heartsworldsapart)