POETRY | ADORATION | LOVE
Terms of Endearment
Call Me Darling
His voice, is my drug of choice
his name a mantra,
that I chant in my ecstasy.
He calls me his everything, his baby
his goddess, his kitten.
And when we are all alone,
makes me scream in pleasure,
whispering those filthy words I love.
In the heat of our passion,
we shed human skins, become primal beasts.
And, driven only by lust and desire,
our hands roam hungrily over bodies.
Marking, claiming, leaving bruises
as evidence of our carnal love.
My mouth devours him, tasting every inch
my hunger can never be filled.
He, in turn, gives into my every whim,
every fantasy without hesitation.
We are wild, lost in a frenzy of pleasure.
And as we collapse into each other’s embrace,
our bodies trembling from intense release.
I know there is no one else who can satisfy me.
For in these moments, we are united,
in pure bliss — no names or titles needed.
