Closing my eyes, inhaling once again the assurance from his caresses
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 sweet love to my mind
The purity of my soul, the spherical of his innovation, his midnight incantation
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 levitational 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 my 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 the want
His migration into my temple parting without regard of submission
Lips, worshipping my skin, from feet to head
Back arched, thighs dividing wider for the invitation to join me in the bed of euphoria
In the crest of my waywardness 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 pinkish 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
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