Love in five parts

“love me gently,” she whispered in his ear as his arm slipped across her shoulders. she sensed the fragility of this love. it was as if they were held together by gossamer threads, as if at any moment the threads would fray, and even as she teased at the edges, she felt it slip. so, she held on tightshe let him pierce her red, crimson heart… but holding him was like trying to catch water, or trying to stop the sands of time run through the hour glass.

“love me softly,” she said as he leaned in to kiss her. she allowed herself to feel the beat of his heart against her chest. as if the static of its’ rhythm could pulse through her body too and awaken the sleeping beastbattered, weary and bruised but still living and breathing, wary but hopeful, guarded but open.

Part IV

“love me sweetly,” she pleaded as his hands ran along her soft edges and across her ample curves. She felt at that moment she could explode into a thousand stars and she still wouldn’t know what real love was made of. she hoped he would be careful where he trod for she knew that even a man on tip-toes could still leave footprints on her soul. “love me wisely,” she breathed as his lips grazed her neck sending quakes through her body down to the pits of her stomach. she heard her voice quiver as she spokethe crackling sound echoing tracks of worry, tripping over broken promises and shattered dreams; fear resting uncomfortably in her soul bones.

Part V

“love me fearlessly,” she mouthed as he lay her down across his earthen alter of mercy, while he fondled her subconscious and it was at that moment that she knew there would never be anything more fragile than watching him unravel himself inside her, as their hips dipped and swayed to the unchained melody playing in the other room. It was then she realised that she would want him until every star in the galaxy died.