Love & Meth

All of the minuscule, tan freckles dot the tops of your broad, muscled shoulders that I could only imagine to describe as mountains,
such as constellations sprinkled all over the charcoal, endless atmosphere.
A nightmare of an eternity running through multiple galaxies, looking for your inner self. Looking for your lover.
The chiseled muscles of your back & arms are all perfect synchronization,
perfect motion.
Euphoria spills into an ocean of our passionate love.
You hold my thick body tight in your arms as I cry out your name, crying,
"Oh, God. Please, don't stop. Harder, faster. Ooh, baby."
You're the only one whom I have ever allowed to come close enough to such an intimate, private, & sensitive part of my being, hands all over my body,
the deepest trench within an underlying abyss beneath my soaring soul.
{well, I think we needa pop another couple molly's}