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Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]
Cleansing His Heart, Pampering His Mind
He’s the baritone voice I hear, before resting my eyes
Hard candy in the morning when he’s thrusting between my thighs
A beautiful wish confiscated in the spiritual depth of my dreams
To the handsome Tomcat who touches my spirit before diving into the softness of my butter rum cream
Slowly, tenderly, freeing the essence of my soul
The je ne sais quoi to the quiet comfort of this French Haitian Creole
Midnight magic in his arm, mmm... he beautifully consoles
Lover’s embrace
The craving of his tongue, he savors from my silken taste
Imprisoning my passion, locked deep with the cresting of my feverish needs
Over and over again, begging for him to complete me
Written in the stars as we soar to the fate of our destiny
The Heavens hears my echoing weakening pleads
With each branding sensation within my Chi, felt
Linking my legs around the virility of his temple, Oh God this man makes me softly melt
In the web of pleasure my passion to find, his rapture I seek
Beyond the stars, he crowns me at the zenith of my trickling peak
Crying out his name
His mouth converting mine, as he dips in and out my surrendering rain
Clenching him tighter, his soul joining mine in pools of ecstasy
Inside my sweeten sugar cane, his streams fill me
A crime of passion in resonances its reminisce
Euphoric we fall from the heights of Nirvana’s bliss
Breathless, our bodies mirroring the reflection of good loving we’ve made
This sultry Queen of heart, conceding to a King of Spade
My compassionate I rest upon his chest
Contentment as we become the masterpiece … mmm… who loves you best
Softly Levitating In His Holistic Care🌼
Fragrant aroma within the garden as we lay
On a bed of roses to takes one’s breath away
Nakedness to life as we give unto another
Bodies toppling skin we smother
Kiss the earth of such sweet lands
Tending landscape with such probing hands
Outcries under illicit demands
Duty to appease fall under man’s command
To please with ease, while kneeling on his knees
Softly tantalizing, my Chi in the throne of the hour
I am weakened under such a handsome Knight towering power
In the cloak of night seduction
Honey droplets to his oralation
Giving me the Nirvana of his caressing sensations
Oh, sweet mercy, sensuous craving to my center core
He is the King of my Heart, when he has me like this, giving me the thrusts of his bliss, do I need to say more
Weakening screams, my back arched, to the feel of being touched
His hands outlining the curvaceous wonders of my supple skin, like a masterpiece he completes me, passion unto us no rush
Swiping the side of my nipple peak
Eyes closing, dream state, giving him the trickles of my buttered rum flavored seeps
Inner legs encasing his cheeks soft purrs of no more, no more
Oh, thank you Allah for man unto woman you gave and what their tongues are used for
Palming the bed
All that hard masculinity firm, pointing North, from where this moment has led
Slowly climbing this Queen’s tender throne
Yes, my love, once locked deep inside my soul, let my tenderness become the scriptures of your Psalms
A King’s pillowed, between my Creole thighs, I become his comfort zone
Spreading my wings for only him to sniff, softly finger, his eyes to see
Wide enough for his pearly streams to flee
Hosing the nectar of my silken flower, he is my want, I am his need
Ecstasy you could never ignore in the midst from his Hebrew lineage, its power, its hypnotic to the mind
Addictive behind his grind
Coveting his girth, we lose all reality of time
Kissing my skin, passion marking me as he eases out then in
Mm... again and again
Legs entangled, lips to lips, tongue to tongue French kiss, in the moment of heighten pleasure he is all mine
Sweaty and naked in the sublime
Mm... our bodies playing tug-of-war
Have a soft spot in one’s heart for
Crashing down the dam behind a damsel’s door
Torpedo hit climatic adrift
Flowing free inside the depth of my silken carnal abyss
Paradise of moans pulsating under a thundering bliss
Rainfalls enclosing rushing waves
I love the way this man whispers to me his lustful parlay
Then capturing my smokey hazel eyes, outlining my lips, a little nip to his fingertip, he loves that foreplay
On scented sheets we perfectly blend as my moans, his deep throated groans, on the wind....carted away
Leaving us sedated, breathless, entwined in our soaked reminisce
Euphoric feels just like this
Contend
Relent
Giddiness and Spent
"Yes, my love I will join you in the shower"
Bon fèt Thanksgiving 2023
Okay looking back on all the Thanksgivings, I have spent around the globe, in someone’s kitchen, our in a hotel suite awaiting room service, or just me in a robe relaxing, well this will be my most memorable one, and I am not on call, this is the most blessed Thanksgiving to me.
It started out with a beautiful conversation last night from Upper Eastside New York a sultry conversation in the wee hours to New Jersey.
Intimate chats and phone conversations that would curl your toes outside of DUP.
Therefore, we agreed to spend some time together on our first official Thanksgiving.
I should have known better, when he asked to cook, and I am of my grann’s trait.
My home, my kitchen.
My dishes consist of garden grown compounded herbs, spices, no GMOs, and no bioengineered food.
Speaking off I will be writing a Straight Talk Live Journal on that very topic. As you noticed I slid that in to keep from writing about the inevitable, okay, here we go.
My brownstone door chimes. I had just finished posting my poem Spiritual Justice (Part I), and I was already nervous, who believes in meeting anyone from online to reality.
I grabbed my pepper spray, just in case, what, I ain’t lying. So, I walked down the steps, I was talking to my Bestie’s spouse, since she was still preparing her family meal and he is an attorney and the code word was’ not today’ meaning if something happened to me, he did it.
I looked through my Ring Cam, and this person was looking around my street.
I seen the back of his jacket, nice so far, then he turned around and rung my doorbell again.
Oh my, I looked in the mirror behind my door, fluffed my curls and slowly opened the door.
My eyes were mesmerized on his hair chin... he must have heard me say.. mm.
He handed me a bottle of Chardonnay, he does not drink, I do. And I was not paying attention and the bottle slipped, landing on my threshold shattering.
I told him not to worry about it. He stepped into my brownstones, first order of business, you have to remove your shoes, my eyes instantly enlarged because he has some big feet, very big feet. I do not know how true that is... but let’s say... when, or even if that time reveals itself, I would know pleasure beyond compare.
He told me I could play some music while he finishes preparing all the ingredients he needed. He brought over this nice CD of a violinist music, it was so smooth to my ears, from my surrounding sound speakers.
He was just smiling, we were both nervous, I know I was, until he pulled out the bag some Kraft shredded cheese, which I do not eat, milk, which I do not drink, and something that looks like a package dead bird, he said it was a Cornish hen.
I did not want to hurt my King’s feelings, but I swore I told him I am a vegan, therefore, I told him since he was my guest, I will cook something from my kitchen, but he said he really had a taste for some home fries like his late mother used to make on the stove and drizzled cheese and onions underneath.
A Scorpion man, my goodness, once their mind is set on something to their liking, I swear you have to chisel around their aura until you find that soft spot of compromise.
It just felt good for a handsome man in reality to be in my kitchen, he was half tripping all over poor Rebel, who stayed with him foot-to-foot.
And if you see his mouth moving, with salt and pepper chin hairs... I am sighing while writing.
I made some cabbage, some battered shrimp, and he made the homemade fries and onions and drizzled it in cheese, it looked and smelled delicious, I sampled it coming out the cast iron skillet, it seems he can cook.
We toasted to our new beginning with a glass of distilled water, He left my brownstone smiling and headed back to New Jersey to sit at his sister’s table.
What a blessing and a new beginning... oh yes, my Scorpio King.
Happy Thanksgiving for us and Happy Anniversary
“Mmm...There Is Bliss In Naajir's Kiss"
Eleven Madison Park
11 Madison Ave
New York, NY 10010
Ya’lll this handsome one is hard to contain
Without even touching me, girl, he makes my pussy rain
Do tell us more, Sweet Kitty, we are listening please
He showed up at my door the other night, I opened it, I pinched my nipples for an eye tease
Just letting his mind drift upon his midnight wish
And you know I had on my come and get this dress
He licked his lips, had me stuttering with a hello, pussy all wet
That white hooker get up
Forget ya’ll, but yes
That attire against my skin, has to be described as man’s first origin sin
Wait, do this mysterious man even have a name?
I call him, Naajir, he calls me something else when I’m giving him some brain
Once he took off his drawers
Ya’ll, I had his mind elevated in the Land Of Oz
Waiting for the toppling of his pearly freefall
He was loudly grunting, rubbing up and down his stomach, hissing
His palm to my head, up and down his taut skin, I was French kissing
Got me addicted off that clear taste, before the explosion in my mouth feening for the wait
Girl, he pulled my curls so tight with that surge, not a drop went to waste
I put his throbbing arousal between my breasts, making love, getting it back up to that long Mandingo length
Had him mesmerized, and my mouth did not relent
You sure he does not have any brothers
I forgot to ask him, but for now, my pussyhole is milking this lover
Without a touch, he makes my pussy rain
And his smile, his eyes, but his hair, strength in his mane
Loving it while his tongue is dipping, and his two fingers inside me slipping
Get, out of here, ain't no man that good
I beg to differ, if he’s eating the cooch like he should
Well, my man does it right, so let me knock on wood
Word up girl
Hum.. all I know is when he is thrusting deep inside me, his loving takes me to another world
Teasing me beyond the absence space of time
Such a charmer, tenderness when whispering, begging me to kiss between my Creole thighs
Laughter in the gift of his surrendering tease
Vows to always be there in the light, blending our souls in the midnight hour, pleasure we seek
Bringing me down and he still be loving me
Catering to the fetishes of my mentality while dipping into the abyss of my carnal needs
Yes, this handsome one brings me to throne of Nirvana until I am too far gone when on his knees
Sounds like someone is falling
Yeah, for his dick, if ya’ll must know, I am keeping my heart at a distance but my mind ain’t stalling
You ain’t seen his pics
Lord have mercy... what a big di..
Ladies would you like to order now
Give us twenty more minutes, if you would allow
What were you saying, Kitty
We have been relishing in stolen times in a realm of make believe
Giving him my nude sauciness with each angle he peeps
Telling me to turn around and bend over, and pull it apart... oo… I knew that certainly would make him real hard
Pushing him past limits. mm... too far
Trailing my hands up my legs, a jiggle, butt cheeks just a wiggling
I can feel the alluring of his soul from oceans away
The swag in his poetic lines, the hypotonic of his eyes, that endearment uplifts my day
No need to wish him near, he is right here, he got that swag when he parlays
On the other side of my moon, he calls, just to feel the warmth of my touch
Mm.. his fingers deep inside me feening for his flavoring rush
In haste, his tongue lashes, tasting my creamy gush
Ya’ll, once he's on top, my legs linked around his back
Giving him that wetness, his erection mm.. never lacks
His strong hands cupping my ass
Double humping me, I was losing my breath, not sure how long I was going to last
Squeezing down on his buttocks
Making sure the leaking of his lust stays in lock
With every push in pull out, ya’ll he was penetrating deeper, I felt his throbbing girth knocking on my g-spot
I remembered I said, baby ... wait.. wait… stop
I told him to take it out
Ya'll, I climbed over the brotha's mouth
Bracing the wall, my juices trickling over his faint beard, while I fingered my creamy south
Placing some of my essence over my tits
Leaning downward, my swinging breasts, gracing his lips
Mm.. oh yes.. yes.. the brotha has it going on, lifting his erection, sliding down his arousal, girl he was swimming in my lover’s nest
Gyrating and circling my yoni, just a tad, he knew I wanted to climax real bad
Much as I wanted to inch up and down letting him upward thrust
My downward shifting, then stopping, feeling him pulsates, I know he was about to bust his nutt
Girl, I am jealous
I have to admit once in my sheets, we straight nasty bliss
He lifted me, laying me back, opening my legs, his mouth to my pussy begin to sup my essence up
Back arched, my body was twisting
Trying to evade the feeling the way his oral fixation was drifting
Mm… my head dented the soft pillow... begging him.. don’t stop, stop... just let me move
Seesawing my pelvis to his mouth... sensitive from the sweetest onslaught, his tongue never lost the groove
Oh... what a feeling he brings me, from his voice to the invitation to join him in our sexual foray
Needed, wanting him and, the way we seductively play
What did you say once again his name is?
Naajir, why
Girl, you better keep that brotha on lock and key, not too many like him fall from the sky
And Kitty that’s no lie
I will tell the rest during our meal
For this Creole sista, he is the real deal
Muscular body, hard in all the right places
Big and long enough to fit in all my tight spaces
This poem was in appreciation to a poetic wager Naajir and I made who would win the Monday night Wildcard game, between the Dallas Cowboys and the Tamp Bay Buccaneers
As you see, I lost.. enjoy, my King
Dallas Cowboys 31
Tampa Bay Buccaneers 14
11 Madison Ave
New York, NY 10010
Ya’lll this handsome one is hard to contain
Without even touching me, girl, he makes my pussy rain
Do tell us more, Sweet Kitty, we are listening please
He showed up at my door the other night, I opened it, I pinched my nipples for an eye tease
Just letting his mind drift upon his midnight wish
And you know I had on my come and get this dress
He licked his lips, had me stuttering with a hello, pussy all wet
That white hooker get up
Forget ya’ll, but yes
That attire against my skin, has to be described as man’s first origin sin
Wait, do this mysterious man even have a name?
I call him, Naajir, he calls me something else when I’m giving him some brain
Once he took off his drawers
Ya’ll, I had his mind elevated in the Land Of Oz
Waiting for the toppling of his pearly freefall
He was loudly grunting, rubbing up and down his stomach, hissing
His palm to my head, up and down his taut skin, I was French kissing
Got me addicted off that clear taste, before the explosion in my mouth feening for the wait
Girl, he pulled my curls so tight with that surge, not a drop went to waste
I put his throbbing arousal between my breasts, making love, getting it back up to that long Mandingo length
Had him mesmerized, and my mouth did not relent
You sure he does not have any brothers
I forgot to ask him, but for now, my pussyhole is milking this lover
Without a touch, he makes my pussy rain
And his smile, his eyes, but his hair, strength in his mane
Loving it while his tongue is dipping, and his two fingers inside me slipping
Get, out of here, ain't no man that good
I beg to differ, if he’s eating the cooch like he should
Well, my man does it right, so let me knock on wood
Word up girl
Hum.. all I know is when he is thrusting deep inside me, his loving takes me to another world
Teasing me beyond the absence space of time
Such a charmer, tenderness when whispering, begging me to kiss between my Creole thighs
Laughter in the gift of his surrendering tease
Vows to always be there in the light, blending our souls in the midnight hour, pleasure we seek
Bringing me down and he still be loving me
Catering to the fetishes of my mentality while dipping into the abyss of my carnal needs
Yes, this handsome one brings me to throne of Nirvana until I am too far gone when on his knees
Sounds like someone is falling
Yeah, for his dick, if ya’ll must know, I am keeping my heart at a distance but my mind ain’t stalling
You ain’t seen his pics
Lord have mercy... what a big di..
Ladies would you like to order now
Give us twenty more minutes, if you would allow
What were you saying, Kitty
We have been relishing in stolen times in a realm of make believe
Giving him my nude sauciness with each angle he peeps
Telling me to turn around and bend over, and pull it apart... oo… I knew that certainly would make him real hard
Pushing him past limits. mm... too far
Trailing my hands up my legs, a jiggle, butt cheeks just a wiggling
I can feel the alluring of his soul from oceans away
The swag in his poetic lines, the hypotonic of his eyes, that endearment uplifts my day
No need to wish him near, he is right here, he got that swag when he parlays
On the other side of my moon, he calls, just to feel the warmth of my touch
Mm.. his fingers deep inside me feening for his flavoring rush
In haste, his tongue lashes, tasting my creamy gush
Ya’ll, once he's on top, my legs linked around his back
Giving him that wetness, his erection mm.. never lacks
His strong hands cupping my ass
Double humping me, I was losing my breath, not sure how long I was going to last
Squeezing down on his buttocks
Making sure the leaking of his lust stays in lock
With every push in pull out, ya’ll he was penetrating deeper, I felt his throbbing girth knocking on my g-spot
I remembered I said, baby ... wait.. wait… stop
I told him to take it out
Ya'll, I climbed over the brotha's mouth
Bracing the wall, my juices trickling over his faint beard, while I fingered my creamy south
Placing some of my essence over my tits
Leaning downward, my swinging breasts, gracing his lips
Mm.. oh yes.. yes.. the brotha has it going on, lifting his erection, sliding down his arousal, girl he was swimming in my lover’s nest
Gyrating and circling my yoni, just a tad, he knew I wanted to climax real bad
Much as I wanted to inch up and down letting him upward thrust
My downward shifting, then stopping, feeling him pulsates, I know he was about to bust his nutt
Girl, I am jealous
I have to admit once in my sheets, we straight nasty bliss
He lifted me, laying me back, opening my legs, his mouth to my pussy begin to sup my essence up
Back arched, my body was twisting
Trying to evade the feeling the way his oral fixation was drifting
Mm… my head dented the soft pillow... begging him.. don’t stop, stop... just let me move
Seesawing my pelvis to his mouth... sensitive from the sweetest onslaught, his tongue never lost the groove
Oh... what a feeling he brings me, from his voice to the invitation to join him in our sexual foray
Needed, wanting him and, the way we seductively play
What did you say once again his name is?
Naajir, why
Girl, you better keep that brotha on lock and key, not too many like him fall from the sky
And Kitty that’s no lie
I will tell the rest during our meal
For this Creole sista, he is the real deal
Muscular body, hard in all the right places
Big and long enough to fit in all my tight spaces
This poem was in appreciation to a poetic wager Naajir and I made who would win the Monday night Wildcard game, between the Dallas Cowboys and the Tamp Bay Buccaneers
As you see, I lost.. enjoy, my King
Dallas Cowboys 31
Tampa Bay Buccaneers 14
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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An Ode but Goodie.... just purging all my poems to make room for my newer poems
Teacher’s Pet Featuring The Charming, Poet Tenderloin
Mm... I dreamed of you last night, and that amazing saturated chin of yours
You told me to slowly disrobe, and take my time for your eyes to ravish my flesh as they adore
Sitting down in my wing back leather chair
Parting for the moisten peep, fingering myself, tasting my flavor... mm... handsome one, would you like to go there
Get down on your knees and crawl over to me
His mighty hands outlining my inner thigh, a lean in kiss for the saccharine tease
You like to lose yourself in my sweetened sniff
Sowing your oats thrusting in my creamy bliss
Mm... It’s that enticing love portion that seems to allure when it softly drifts
I would love to be another notch in your bed
My scent, my taste, the reminisce of my loving will resonate in your head
Wet kisses over my body, oh sweet mercy with the faintest of breeze
Laying me down on you bed, pulling down my silken pair of Victoria Secret panties
With them you blindfolded me
Weakling in the feeling of the softness of your exploring touch
Take your time, my love, I do not want to rush this creamy gush
Your hypnotic eyes, taking carnal inventory of the sensations between
paradise once nestled between my thighs
Wondering how long once you ease into me, my pillow talk will take your mind to the sky
Your heart and my mind always beautifully collides
I am the sultry teacher and you are my handsome student... entrusted under my guardianship
To get that At... you will need cherry flavored ice clubs and I will be your naughty girl
Under your command you weaken me with each lustful dip
Willing and able when pulling back my curly hair
Caressing the mound of my pelvis you ask me you know you want to
Fingering me, then savoring the flavor of my honeydew
Yes, my love be-cum this teacher’s pet
Holding my eyes, when darting a finger in my creamy wet
Tasting me
Before you drop to your knees, legs over your shoulders to please
You inhaled my natural aura then planted kisses upon my skin
You cupped my buttocks as your tongue swarm deeper in
Compressing those silk covers, eyes closed, back bent
Palming your head, mm... pleasure seeking for you is unrelent
Holding my legs in the air
Lipping my fine pussy hairs
Then spreading them apart
Watching your head twisting side-to-side
Sandwiching my breasts
Panting, closing my eyes, ecstasy felt at its best
Loving the bliss of your oral work of art
Raining passion cloaked, uttered moans resonating in the dusk of dark
Your taste keeping me hard
And my tongue making the grade
As you quake to the swipe
And my dip in the ripe
My beard sopping in your pleasure
The pull of your mouth
Only getting more to measure
Now dangerously close
To that point of an entry rubbing that tip
Across the clit and right down that slit
You don’t even blink and I’m deep inside
Holding you hostage to the push of my drive
And the length curves inside holding your knees
To your body and you’re starting to wonder might I do the same to your bottom
Oh yes papi... I like when you are in my covers to please me
And the thought gets you going
Your release, triggers my cock
And now that build up is blowing, it seems the teaching won’t stop
Passed with an At
Mm... I will see you later on for some extra credit...
You told me to slowly disrobe, and take my time for your eyes to ravish my flesh as they adore
Sitting down in my wing back leather chair
Parting for the moisten peep, fingering myself, tasting my flavor... mm... handsome one, would you like to go there
Get down on your knees and crawl over to me
His mighty hands outlining my inner thigh, a lean in kiss for the saccharine tease
You like to lose yourself in my sweetened sniff
Sowing your oats thrusting in my creamy bliss
Mm... It’s that enticing love portion that seems to allure when it softly drifts
I would love to be another notch in your bed
My scent, my taste, the reminisce of my loving will resonate in your head
Wet kisses over my body, oh sweet mercy with the faintest of breeze
Laying me down on you bed, pulling down my silken pair of Victoria Secret panties
With them you blindfolded me
Weakling in the feeling of the softness of your exploring touch
Take your time, my love, I do not want to rush this creamy gush
Your hypnotic eyes, taking carnal inventory of the sensations between
paradise once nestled between my thighs
Wondering how long once you ease into me, my pillow talk will take your mind to the sky
Your heart and my mind always beautifully collides
I am the sultry teacher and you are my handsome student... entrusted under my guardianship
To get that At... you will need cherry flavored ice clubs and I will be your naughty girl
Under your command you weaken me with each lustful dip
Willing and able when pulling back my curly hair
Caressing the mound of my pelvis you ask me you know you want to
Fingering me, then savoring the flavor of my honeydew
Yes, my love be-cum this teacher’s pet
Holding my eyes, when darting a finger in my creamy wet
Tasting me
Before you drop to your knees, legs over your shoulders to please
You inhaled my natural aura then planted kisses upon my skin
You cupped my buttocks as your tongue swarm deeper in
Compressing those silk covers, eyes closed, back bent
Palming your head, mm... pleasure seeking for you is unrelent
Holding my legs in the air
Lipping my fine pussy hairs
Then spreading them apart
Watching your head twisting side-to-side
Sandwiching my breasts
Panting, closing my eyes, ecstasy felt at its best
Loving the bliss of your oral work of art
Raining passion cloaked, uttered moans resonating in the dusk of dark
Your taste keeping me hard
And my tongue making the grade
As you quake to the swipe
And my dip in the ripe
My beard sopping in your pleasure
The pull of your mouth
Only getting more to measure
Now dangerously close
To that point of an entry rubbing that tip
Across the clit and right down that slit
You don’t even blink and I’m deep inside
Holding you hostage to the push of my drive
And the length curves inside holding your knees
To your body and you’re starting to wonder might I do the same to your bottom
Oh yes papi... I like when you are in my covers to please me
And the thought gets you going
Your release, triggers my cock
And now that build up is blowing, it seems the teaching won’t stop
Passed with an At
Mm... I will see you later on for some extra credit...
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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This Lady In Red.. Mmm... My Hebrew King Loves
Touch me in the morning
Remnants of pleasure softy melting into the essence of my sweetest ambrosia
Enthralling breaths, showering undulated desires of weakened forays
Inhaling, exhaling, sedated in the blissful aftermath
As dawn’s early light tenderly kisses the remembrance of our entwined temples
Scented sheets of lavender we tussled upon
Bathing our entanglement as we blindly gaged peaks of rapture
Heightened in the rise and fall of its spiraling movements
Whispered expressed of its interlocked, enriching tales of you and I
Elixirs of love we give
Pasion, lust, reeks of its midnight glory with each cadence uplift
Funneling sensations in its downward momentum
Instilling then withdrawing to the tip of inner possession
Anchoring with commence in its wet deeper penetration
Heavenly caresses felt within, whimpers echoing the unity of surrendering
Soft pleads
Soft gasps
Touch me in the morning
When the exotic residue of my essence still lingers upon your lips
The taste of my memory ebbed in every syllable you pronounce
Undefined clenches in the peaks of rapture
My nails gently tattoo
Etched in the feverish ecstasy of your skin
My serenading moans
Your mouth coveted
Plummeting deeper into the cosmic of unbridled longings we seek
My faint kisses, bedazzling your skin
Adoration trails to the fountain of your lips
The gravity of time sinking within the depths of yesterday’s sins
Palms bridged, limbs tightened, breaths become as one
Caged yearnings we explore
Within the mirage of paradise
Our souls we paste
As we partake in the raining shudders of fulfillment
Jumping the virginal broom of such beautiful sordid lust
Droplets of cravings seeping
Satisfied in the delivery
Unifying in its hunger
The feel, the taste, our essence merging
As we once again
Softly melt into the essence of my sweetest ambrosia
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The Queen Of The Waterloo
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Only Him ... (My Lady In Red Series Revised)
Taste me slowly from head to toe
Swag your tongue up my body real slow
Blindly feast on my skin as wet kisses in tow
Spread my legs, hands above my head, all systems a go
My inner thighs you now have open
Tender kisses to my perky nipples, no words spoken
A faceless person I eagerly await
A baritone voice and a muscular body packaged for a blind date
The excitement to be fucked all night I eagerly anticipate
No panties, no thong, no bra, no debates
Supple skin, toned body
His hard dick slipping in and out this butter rum hottie
Mmm... make me cum over and over, as you thoroughly please
Taking you all in with a wicked gyrating tease
The roses, the chocolates, I thank you as I’ve received
Oh yes, I love the way you touch me, tattooing your carnal pleasurable all over my soft places, flavored tastes
After we cum, then your arrowing dick will believe
Mmm…two tight holes to lick, dick, and stick, the other, swallowing before sunrise I will achieve
Sliding my sheer thigh high stockings up my legs
Snapping my garters, peeks of fine downy hairs a mouth with come to beg
Slutty attire
Tonight, you will ignite this smoldering fire
Inferno flames, under an empire of weakening desires
A tongue buried inside my pussy as you famish taste me
My essence saturating your mouth as my pussy juices crest and then flee
Perfume sprayed to my neck
Whispers to seduce me out my clothing on the patio deck
Lifting me in his arms
His minty breath layering my skin so gentle, so warm
The doorbell rings
Umm, a mood enhancer behind the door to make my body sing
His girth inside my mouth as my tongue softy please
Keeping him satisfied as he lay, as well as when I’m on my knees
.................... Mmm... just a sighing here
The Queen Of The Waterloo
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