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To the man who holds the ransom of my heart
The fine line shielded behind the clause
Holding my presence in the cloak of midnight
Tender emollients he rubs into the pores of my skin
From head to toe, his palms wondrously gallop along the slopes of my being
Parting the crevice of my persona
To the back of my legs, allowing that sweetened aphrodisiac to tilt, then slowly pour
Bending his head downward, the tip of his tongue drowning in the golden current
With each scoop
Up my body, the back of his hand roams, love bites to a buttock
Massaging the other
French murmurs sailing on the caress of the wind
Oh yes, my love, pouring honey as the drips make pools on my back
His lips catching the flow as it settles between the crevice of my soft enclosure
Licky sticky here… mm, licky sticky in there
He so delicately spreads my legs
The river of droplets kissing my inner soft divide
Lifting my a$$ up in the air
Closing my eyes to the promise of pleasure to come, my body yielding in its bliss to be
His palms playing soft notes over my back, the crescendo of his touch, I feel down the curvature of my spine
The first lick weakening me at the altar of submissive passion
Panting for what’s to come next
His mouth, veiling the silkiness of my dewy abyss, oh sweet mercy, the slickened entrance of my essence he teases, appeases
Mm… my hips moving in accordance to the arousal of his faint touch
My buttocks kiss the center of his nostrils
Tasting the mist?kissed lust he has unleashed
Inhaling the sweetened aroma of my yoni
Biting down on my lower lip
Arching my back, my head kissing the sky, cupping the back of his head
Mmm… burying his face between my cheeks
Sss… behind the pleasure of his tongue, melting my resistance
What a feeling to surrender unto
Losing my breath in the veil of soft moans
Back and forth
His tongue twisting, my derrière spread wider, licking the passage from my butter?rum love potion, my a$$ moving in the pleasurable motion
Soft whimpers in the decadence of its reverence
My breasts cupped from around
Oh yes… keep moving… mmm… he's hitting the pink that gushes
Each drive of his tongue, tapping in and out, my juicy fruit aching to rain
Oh… oh yes… I cannot hang on, the feeling overwhelming the need
Body trembling, his face locked in that saturated honeycomb in the movement of giving unto me
Oh… mmm… gushing, my sweetened peach serenading his tongue
Welcoming his mouth upon the enclosure of my fountain of youth, I am spent and undone
Droplets famished for the completion, coating his lips
The savory of my exotic taste trickling down the passage of his throat
His beard strands, prickling my soft skin as he nestles his tongue deeper
Gaining favor until the last trickles of my essence have been savored
Flavored, and smoothly digested
The sensitivity I feel upon the master annotations of his oral giving
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