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Evening Devotions
Her god wakes upon a morning clear
Feeling their residue from the night before
The problem is his muse is dressed
And headed out the door
He chooses to recall the heat
Waves rising from their skin
Her tongue traveling the inches
And mouth enclosing him
He leaned down to watch the show
Her slow slidings, saliva shining
The pause for a demure smile
Then engulfing his full length
Followed by the taste of ambrosia
His muse returns at the end of day
Awaits her deity's instructions
But already drifting to her knees
For this blessing both savored and adored.
Feeling their residue from the night before
The problem is his muse is dressed
And headed out the door
He chooses to recall the heat
Waves rising from their skin
Her tongue traveling the inches
And mouth enclosing him
He leaned down to watch the show
Her slow slidings, saliva shining
The pause for a demure smile
Then engulfing his full length
Followed by the taste of ambrosia
His muse returns at the end of day
Awaits her deity's instructions
But already drifting to her knees
For this blessing both savored and adored.
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