The Virgin Poet

Can you be so kind and take off the remaining attire for me    
A naughty showing in all my bare essence once this bra drops way past my knees  
I’m drawn to a handsome poet no one 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 seesawing dewy love motions
Hands imprisoned over my head, his domination, thrusting, deeper, all inside my naked ocean

     
Taming me for his mental little whore    
Once the door closes, my clothes is dropping to the floor    
Sliding my leather chair up to my desk    
Legs gapped open awaiting for his alluring verses to make my punani 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 fu$k my mind, intoxicating it like he’s sipping on some smooth Moet    
Then make me tap my keys, as my heart bleeds    
My bold words in italic telling him of my kinky needs    
Then drumming his lustful replies, his point of views, and allow my climax to run free

Exposing the elongation of his Hebrew soul, for my eyes to see    
Telling me, it’s his mouth that wishes to tastes my lyrics, while coming all over my silken stanza creeds    
Smearing my glossed remnants of my essence over my computer screen    
After he’s mentally fu&ked me advising me he’ll taste me in his wet dreams    
Then drown his yearning 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 intellectually seduce me over and over again, pleasurable whispers swinging inside me his ding dong, mm.. ringing my bell
Climaxing for him once again, after his release, shhh... just never tell    
   
The Virgin Poetess

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