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Conjure

''...the need to give her his unfiltered man..
the need to have her as his absorbing woman'' � �
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hovering in the shadows � �
he gazes down in streamed focus � �
watching her movements down to the minutiae � �
contemplating in quiet patience � � �
upon which course should he proceed � �
spinning the zodiac of inner vision counterclockwise � � � �
carefully deciphering moods swings of � �
the dominant energy/entity that may prevail today � �
for prevalence has heavy relevance � �
in regards to reverence of this moment � �
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yes..he wants to fuck her badly � �
but a simple fuck will not do..not today � �
for today she is noticed down to the nuclei of her soul � �
the static of her electricity wants more than � �
just the conduit that is his body � �
she wants to connect to whatever it is � �
that bumps rambunctiously in his nights � �
for whether he fucks her � �
in her pussy her ass or her mouth � �
it's the 'force' behind the force that will � �
be the determining factor in how all this plays out � �
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she..of course will be put on notice � �
before he spreads her out and stretches her open � �
contorting her body to fit the jagged puzzle � � �
aching and echoing in his mind � �
she will see the decision he's finally come to � � �
through the precision of his actions � �
as his eyes patiently pressurize � � �
creamy acquiescence seeping down her thighs � �
he will suck up the exhaust of her sighs and gasps
paying his way in advance � �
slowly draining her breath by breath � �
before he fills her mystic hourglass � �
with the hard judgement he's arrived at � �
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it will be painful in deliverance � � �
as he fucks her with the sole purpose � � �
of balancing his scales � � �
between the benevolence of her legs � �
sending coded messages from his throbbing pulse � � �
swelling with veracity in every thrust � �
powered by the velocity in his hips � �
fully aware of how viscous he's swinging his fidelity � �
as windswept emotions pumps the heart � �
and the heart pumps more blood � �
flooding his phallus..his antenna..his focal point for � �
the Dominant mood he's channeled down � �
shoving it into her without remorse � �
giving her his rawest truth � �
again and again...back and forth � �
letting her 'see' him as he heaves and busts � �
emptying every ounce of his conjured Subterranean � �
deep into the space of her divine acceptance
demanding she carry his thickened load � �
freeing himself of this burden � �
sating his expressed needs and her desirous curiosity � �
feeling orgasmic and clear at long last � �
ready to love her dearly from a clean slate � �
come the rise of their morning sun � �