La Nuit Nous Appartient

That magnetic scent of seduction that lures that person’s pheromones to partake

In the feast of its ebbing passion 

The sweetest dizzy feeling, that giddiness as if we have a secret

The boundaries of the heart are limitless

Our conjoined minds in the cresting height of ecstasy

Incoherent to the joviality beyond the calling of the clouds

Moans and groans to serenade unto the feeling to complete

Drawing heated breaths of abated pleasure felt

Palms entwined, the only means to escape is unto

The aching torture of its surrendering opening

Pheromones running against the wind in the chase to marvel, achieve

Eyes closed, bodies purging to give, my soft petals widening to receive

Closer and closer in the drowning of two souls

Blending the essence within the rushing madness

In and out for the moisten feeling to submit

Harden and slowly juicing in the conquering

Falling upon a bed of femininity softness

Suctioning in the stupor of a silken rainfall

Bathing in the current of the soft drizzling

In the act of the will

Sexual desires, speaking the tongue of lust

Our minds are the only ones who can unlock

The calling of the the heart desires , the needs, as the body wants

Inch by inch he sinks, deeper and deeper, into the tightness of my wetness

Palms entwined, the only mean to escape is unto

The aching torture of its surrendering opening

Pheromones running against the wind in the chase to marvel, achieve

Eyes closed, bodies purging to give, petals widening to receive

Closer and closer in the drowning of two souls

Blending the essence within the rushing madness

His muscular endowment, locked in for that slicken moisten in my feeling to submit

From the elongation of his purging soul

Harden and slowly juicing in the conquering

Falling upon a bed of femininity softness

My buttocks cupped, my skin clenched, my lips arrested

Bathing in the current of the soft drizzling

In the act of the will

The roar of thunder baptizing as he dips and slips in the inner mist of my soul 

Sexual desires speaking in tongues of lust

A pulsate addiction that brings pure satisfaction

Oh, sweet mercy, instant gratification 

Sedated in the aftermath of sheer contentment

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