Obsession, lust, infatuation
Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul
The cradle of my care found in his rejuvenation
As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber The ritual of my calling he beckons
Juju resting, my skin tingling
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin, his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
Scorching love given by destiny’s midnight entanglement
Mm… closing my eyes, I feel you my love
Receptive murmurs I speak to the dusk
Sluggish evolution of his mighty hands
My body he draws ecstasy upon like a Picasso’s work of art
The addictive of my nakedness his tongue wanders upon the feast of my offering
Supplicatory affections as he merges his core unto me
I feel the textual heat of his needs exploring my sacred tabernacle
Taking him in the notes of my ideology, debauchery faltering
Paralyzed to the asunder of my willingly suppleness
Laden desires of supine passion, the altar of my lips he sacrifices
Sweet droplets of my carnal pleasure
The fountain unto the drought of his mouth, the taste of me he quenches
My hand, planted upon his crown of glory
Pleasing me, teasing me, ever so slolwy
His migration into my temple I open without regards of submission
Lips, worshipping my skin, from feet to head
Back arched, legs spread for the invitation to join me in the bed of our fornicate
My moans of surrendering, he craves
Cum unto me my love
Waves of rapture, embedding deep inside
Spiraling in the abyss of my inner sanctum
My skin awakened in the anticipation
Bathing my skin with splashes of his nocturnal scent
Goodnight, my love