365 Minus 296

Wicked Kingdom Intentions
For a naïve soft kitten
My goodness, this poem is worth a heated mention
My body has been sequestered by a hard bone of contention

I do not even know where to start
Whispered words... once again from the Thief of Hearts
Eyes star-gazing, mind rambling
Elixir infused and now scrambling

This poem is emotional and beautifully insane
Stamp of approval behind the release of pouring mental rain
I thought I've been in the game
Creed sung, now laying under the submission of a Moorish King, entitled by the degree of his name

If only you could glimpse inside my mind
Enjoyed facade, vivid cerebral images behind the code, 69
You would smile, blush
In as much
Once again laying in the messiness of his Royal Flush

Spinning me completely without the rush
It feels so damn good, to bring me to a throne of gush after gush after gush
His back scratched, hugging him tighter, mattress dented, while he leaked all in my lush

Short poem
Riding on cloud nine from the tantalizing warmth
By all means
Paradise and sweetened cream
My Lover's Cup is full
Still not backing down, stubborn as a mule

Flip
Dip
Gliding slip
Helm under the command of a pirate's sailing ship

Compass navigating within my wet ocean
Eyes closed, I'm mind too far gone
From him hungering all up in silken love potion
His vessel sinking deeper, in and out, to the mushroom tip
French kissing me, tongue to tongue
You ever been under a Mandingo King when deep lust entangled with sheet lust on the run

Inhaling in his sweaty pheromones, his palm on the headboard
Moving with a swaying soothing motion
Waiting for his nutt to crack
Not wanting to surrender my essence too fast
My legs linked around his back

Raiding within the soaking lands of this Monarch's port
A mission to find treasure within my sovereignty court
Rules of engagement, full support
As we mentally twofold back and forth, then I'll be damned, reversing this Queen
Mm..hmm.. what a lover's mental dream
Oh, sweet mercy, this is necessarily deemed
Whipped cream to his tongue, trickles of pinkish lust, sniffed, and fingered once spread
My mouth accompanied by puddles of drool dripping from coveting his aroused throbbing head
The clear-coated seal on top
His hisses telling me, baby don't stop

Damn, I done made myself wet, again
Fu#k, I need a glass of wine after this mental picture
Is your beard still glistening with my sheen embedded in this strand of yours, my love
Sniff and tell me, mmm, you still smell my honey scent ingrained
Close your eyes, lick over your top lip, yes,  that's MY essence, tell me now, are you still savoring that favor
Well go on, I will not tell anyone

Shh, but if it's any consolation
I still got your pearly sticky jerkin release all over my palm
And a wet spot on my satin sheets
Wait, before you get down the street
And since you are reading this in your car
Can you turn around and meet me in the shower, pretty please

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