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Can you be so kind and take off the remaining attire for me
A naughty showing in all my bare essence once this red bra drops way past my knees
I’m drawn to a handsome poet no who maintenances about
It’s like an addiction to draw upon his naked canvas with my sultriness no doubt
Mm…more of his girth inches to feel inside as he’s ramming the inner core of my mind in the dark
My yoni getting wetter with his mental strokes, feening for him to complete me like a work of art
His hands upon my temple, his lips coveting my silken south
Words of passion, lust, ecstasy floating from his mouth
Submitting me to his smooth lines no one has ever heard about, his caramel coated words
Seducing me with his hushed poetic stanzas, psyche-to psyche fusing, blending, moistening thoughts past the rise of the early birds
Masterfully spinning me in his web, like I’m something new
Then spreading my legs wide, fingering my librettos, tasting my carnal food
Planting slow kisses down the alignment of my back
Smearing it on his lips, his ultimate snack
His fingers, darting deeper inside the abyss of my love potion
Feening for my seesawing dewy love motions
Hands imprisoned over my head, his domination, thrusting deeper, all inside my naked ocean
Once the door closes, my clothes is dropping to the floor
Within his masterful seduction, taming me for the night to be his mental little whore
Once dressed, a regal lady walking back out the door
Sliding my leather chair up to my desk
Legs gapped open awaiting for his alluring verses to make my steamy and wet
Words between two minds, pouring, merging
Sexual illusions, fantasies, intellectual stimulation, desires of the mind steadily purging
Getting his thoughts worked up to a hard bone
Juices seepage, both of us mentally too far gone
Moans and groans heard in the space of our creative worded songs
A need a virgin poet
Who can beautifully surrender my mind in animation, intoxicating it like he’s sipping on some smooth Moet
Than make me tap my keys, as my heart bleeds
My bold words in italic telling him of my kinky needs
Then stop drumming his replies, his point of views, and allow my climax to run free
Telling me, it’s his mouth that wishes to tastes my lyrics, while cumming all over my silken stanza creeds
Smearing the glossed remnants of my essence over my computer screen
After he’s philosophically foreplayed
My sultry gifts he's parlayed
In between breaths advising me he’ll taste me in his wet dreams
Then drowning his lust farther inside my sweet centered cream
Mm… in his aroused state of typing, he uncontrollably spurts
The vision within my lines to him, I have seductively worked
Sliding in and out my mind, legs wrapped around his imagination, gripping it tight, oh, so well
Needing him to mentally seduce me over and over again, pleasurable whispers swinging inside me like it's his ding dong, ringing my bell
Climaxing for him once again, after your release, shhh... just never tell
The Virgin Poetess
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