Alive and beautiful

The more the resilience, the more the beauty...that's what she was...
I craved for her...in darkest hours...
She was extremely unsettling...
Her glorious tresses...her pouty lips...her curves, draped in poetry...
I visualised her...her soft breathe, honeyed voice...warm flesh...penetrating me...
I rise...as a feel her...
Dragging her tresses...I make her mount...
A collective gasp escapes as lips meet...her velvety flesh...my throbbing turgidity...
We dance to no melody...my hands cradling her voluptuousness ..
Lust thrash...madness moans...
Tiny dots of diamonds glitter as we devour each other in passionate tones...
She embraces my noise in her silent comfort...
I yearn for her...she stays on my skin...making me alive and beautiful...