His Sugar Mama

In his face I see the reflection of rapture
Heated passion we bow unto with each bated breath of anticipation we succumb
Mirroring the touches of pure ecstasy
Your heart I hear my name echoed in the accent of each beat
Attire slowly marooned from the fountain of my curvilinear Chi

The fever to taste of me in your concealed wishes your evident desires
Bodies swept up in the bliss of its celestial alliance
Faint wisps of your lips slowly caressing my skin
Branding in their wake very enticing
The brushstroke of his tongue twirling around mine

In soft surrender
Masterful mouthing escaped mm resonating
Serenading his lips against mine
Gently speaking to me
The gentle breeze of his words carrying me away

Sweet words falling from his mouth
Dripping like a river of molasses as I lay
Into ether he lifts me higher
My mind and heart following in pursuit
The core of my soul yearns for completion

Unearthed within the shelter of his arms
Plunging deep into mystic wonder
Partaking of the essence dwelling within my spirit
The divinity of my soul he parts pleasure found in the need of me without measure
Providing me that hypnotic stupor

My arched back the fountain of my cascade to vent exposed
Caving into the wetness of his coveting oral dance
Weakening me with each given lick at every given chance
My legs circling around his temple
The sensations of my essence seeping
Clenching covers as the core of my sacred chasm softly liquidates

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