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Mm... to whoever the tender energy of my embracing words my touch
I feel the softest faint of your aura, slow down, relax, there’s no rush
Can you be my page, just for the night, I heard your mind and the promises, the what if, when the beginning of our souls meet
Come closer, yes, just a little inch, pretty please
I want to curl up with the wonders of your being
Whisper in your ear the linguistics of my divine
Cradling you against the sanctuary of my supple skin
The nature of your hard pressed philosophy
Toppling upon this blessed communion as you ease into the vortex of my soul
The essence of my Holy Grail saturating the purpose of your offerings
Deafening thunder in the distance found in the absence of passion’s embrace
Into the nectar of my pulsate, thrusting over and over again, into my sacred womb
Moistening the layers of my chasm
Mm… you so close, my love
Yes, this is the bedsheets of a soft poetic stratosphere
Oh, that feels like the calling of Heaven
Falling through the clouds, you catch me, kissing me on top of the stars
The illumination of moon dust, I saw in the hypnotic beguiling of your eyes
My dopamine, gloving every inch of that Royal lineage within the power of your universe
Clenched to moans as you kiss me down
You know you awoke and wanted to submerge in the fetish of my ancestral Creole thighs
Mm… I know you want to slide up in the silken passages of my mind
Take your vibe all around my honey hive
My melanin mm… you like that cappuccino wet taste
Melting all of me in the ingress of your shadowed thoughts
Once you wallow through my dreams, inspirations, and my wishes
All those love notes, you were not supposed to have seen that
Did you read line eight
Oh yes, you remind me of a hurricane
At... at... at, my love, slow this down, this is some creamy drool, much better when feening for the need
I do love a man who has that quiet intellect, can stand on his oath, his word is his bond
And can still have him saying my name, close your eyes and say my name
He can talk me out of my virtues, there goes the heat of his breath against my neck, my liberations being peeled away
He knows one taste of his poetic lips, him gripping onto my curvaceous hips
Shh... I am addicted to his drips, as he goes, in and out, in and out, mmm..in and out with those dominating slips, coating the elongation of his soul with each of his thrusting dips
Mm... I love it when he asks me to open my canvas even wider for him to dunk his quill and brushstroke me, soft, tender, with flogging kisses
Yes, you can clasp my wrists, his inner palm coveted in the lair of mine
Telling me his life stories, hands positioned above my head, palms linked
His notation sliding into the scented nectar of my soft petals, pollenating for his taking
The roar of his ocean motion, gyrating those desires, ecstasy flaming all type of sin’sations
Wrapping my legs around the height of his euphoria, submissive as he leads me into the bask of temptation
Mm... once in my bed, he has all my midnight
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