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Taste Me In The Wind

Taste Me In The Wind
Where hearts soars, bodies hungrily defend
A sweet butter rum breeze as I sail under your nose  
Let the scent of me quietly seduce you as it enwraps you to console  
  
Covet my desires, shroud of rapture found within your mind  
In the absence of my body, find me in your imaginative carnal designs  
Close your eyes…shh…allow sagacity of your temple to feel  
Tenderly touch the essence of my shadow, let thy will  
Kismet Karma found in our forbidden love as it slolwy overspills  
   
Lay me on a bed of yesterday’s sorrows  
Blended tears of lost tomorrows  
Forehead to forehead, promises    
Reality of time borrowed  
   
Part my sacred silken flower  
Bodies entwined, grasping for freedom in the midnight hour  
Call out my name    
Submitting, surrendering as you draw this Moth to your flame  
Mixing the essence of my sweet cream  
Your erection worshipping inside your wet dream  
   
Resonating contented screams        
His hard dick swinging, deep inside kinging, Oh God, so serene    
My wet pussy flapping, singing  
The crown of ecstasy peaking  
Mummurs of French speaking  
Clenched passion, deeper and deeper, past the abyss of reason  
Tongue to tongue, bodies thrashing in exile, sinful depravation of its treason  
   
Sentiments echoed until the rise of the hidden sun  
The slip and dip of desires on the run  
Licking up my body, tasting my reminisce    
Mm, savor my honeyed flavor, the addictive tasteful bliss    
The lust of him thrusting inside me  
Hitting my silken core, beckoning my soul unto the pleasure of his tease  
My sunken treasure begging from the famished need    
Legs linked around his back moaning softly to be    
   
Mm…pushing my body to the edge of insanity    
Back arched, falling under grace, his body anchoring deeper to please    
Begging, panting  for the release of his pearly seed  
Palms linked, kissing the tip of my tongue  
Tasting me on the winds, his erection marinating inside my butter rum  
Throwing his head back, fusing my essence with his explosive Kingdom cum  
Two souls blown away
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.

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