Weakened From The Gifts Of His Midas Touch

Closing my eyes, inhaling once again the assurance from his touch

Cradled in the Nirvana of his warmth    

Pastoring unto the wisdom of my eager alluring soul     

Obsession, lust, his hard passion  

Blanketing my heart, making love to my mind   

The purity of my soul, his innovation  

Bodies colliding in the entwine of midnight oasis    

The ritual of my calling he beckons to my soft sense of joviality   

The silent introduction of his wanted touch felt, yearned, craved

My skin tingling upon the anticipation  

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 the cloth of deterred hindrance    

Scorching love given by destiny’s morning entanglement    

Mm… closing my eyes, I feel you my love  

Eager hands tasting the suppleness of my flesh  

His breath hissing in the perfection of its curvaceous surrender  

Receptive murmurs I speak to the dusk of his silhouette    

Sluggish evolution of love notes whispered in my ear   

The need to intensify   

His migration into my temple parting without regards of submission    

Lips, worshipping my skin

Back ached, thighs dividing wider for the invitation to join me in the depths of my sweeten euphoria    

In the crest of my wayward the moans of surrendering    

Softly inscribing his composed wishes of love upon my skin

Waves of rapture, embedding deep inside, deeper, and deeper    

Spiraling in the abyss of my sanctum    

Rapture awakened, scaling in the completion, blending our souls  

His aura bathing my Chi with splashes of his nocturnal scent  

Gravitating in the sacred refuge of his imprisoned ecstasy    

Entwined at the throne his enlightenment    

Weakened from the gifts of his Midas Touch

You are so missed, my love, you truly are

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