You fill me. Your passion is boundless.
I become lost in carnal consciousness, slowly slipping, falling farther, away from the world.
Your smell. Your taste. Intoxicating.
Senses are heightened, they aid in my descent.
Inhale. Exhale.
I hear your breathing, mine marrying in sync.
A mimicking melody creating harmony.
A means to an end to satisfy staying alive.
Momentary reminders of my humanity, such nuanced fragility.
I feel you. I touch you. I grab hold.
I anchor myself to the safest reality I’ve ever known.
With eyes wide shut I’m no longer blind and you’ve liberated me from chains others readily left behind to a fate of rust.
You fill me. My cup runneth over.
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wacbaj/my_cup_runneth_over