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Odyssey
it was the odyssey of your soul
that began with the questing of fingertips
tempting the folds of your paradise
with my lurking intrigue
i make love to you one digit at a time
each waiting its turn with respectful patience
to engage the mystic vortex swirling
between your legs
they circle
your imaginative and instinctual self
your breathing cues my touch
i can feel your womanhood on the rise
hips suggesting i sink in just little deeper into
your pond of esoteric pleasantries
it is down below where i learn
how to graze your stones of infinity
each blessed with its own texture and character
blended with your spiritual signature
bonded by my intent
you name them in honor of your king
here to show reverence for his crown jewels
tucked away nice and snug midst a soft spread of thighs
i stroke..in and out..round and round
building up atmospheric pressure
throughout your body
Fahrenheit of ecstasy escapes your lips
i dip further and further
twirling the tapestry of your magic
a warm geyser erupts answering my quest
you are a girl interrupted...by shortness of breath
..panting..chanting incoherence
clenching...pulsing...
you spill your essence all over my fingers
i ease them out..taste them
then ease them into your mouth
trading in one sucking action for another
filling your throat with divination
you stare into my eyes
reading the language reeking within them
the dialogue still on going ...flowing
the intrigue...still lurking
knowing this is only the beginning
Published 24th Nov 2018
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24th Nov 2018 2:14pm
Masterfully written. The intelligence of this piece lends to its sensuality. The words flow and it has a beautiful rhythm.
There is something about intrigue, isn’t there?
There is something about intrigue, isn’t there?
24th Nov 2018 2:30pm
24th Nov 2018 2:34pm
Echo Eerie. Favourite lines;
you name them in honor of your King
here to show reverence for his crown jewels
tucked away nice and snug midst a soft spread of thighs
you name them in honor of your King
here to show reverence for his crown jewels
tucked away nice and snug midst a soft spread of thighs
24th Nov 2018 3:13pm
This was beautifully written. The notion of not only loving her but her body in such an intimate manner is something we all yearn.
That last line to me is so sexy. Leaving the reader wanting the more of this tryst.
That last line to me is so sexy. Leaving the reader wanting the more of this tryst.
24th Nov 2018 3:13pm
Love your use of metaphors. They are thought provoking while not being so over-the-top, they're defintion requires a dictionary.
Anonymous
26th Nov 2018 2:37pm
The paths your mind travels...
19th Jan 2019 5:50pm
you are a girl interrupted...by shortness of breath
..panting..chanting incoherence
clenching...pulsing...
my my my...yes i am! As always Sir, this is an amazing scribe
..panting..chanting incoherence
clenching...pulsing...
my my my...yes i am! As always Sir, this is an amazing scribe
