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Conjure

''...the need to give her his unfiltered man..    
the need to have her as his absorbing woman''      
      
****      
     
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      
     
     
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      
     
     
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      
     
     
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      
Written by Naajir
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