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Mm... My Butter Rum Halo

Making love unto the sweetest ambrosia under the sun    
Coveting the instilling melodies of its warmth  
Drowning in the poetic swag of his Kingdom, sailing the voyage unto us we cum  
The inner core of our spirits becoming as one    
In the abyss of my Chi our nightly songs he grunts out my name    
Full moon embracing, careless whispers, kneeling at the throne of my purple reign    
  
Naked bodies in slow motion, contoured in the heat of undulated ecstasy    
Locked within the sensation to please    
Moans behind the fervent tease    
The extension of his arousal dipping in the sea of my love, rapture of its pacing
Palms entangled, lips covering mine, hearts racing    
  
Bonded spiritually, ascending    
Promises, wishes in the height of pleasure, suspending    
Unto the cosmos, our soul in its depth of desires, cosmic blending    
Enfolding unto my temple, unvain  
Chanting vows within the unity of our sacred chains    
My dampen walls cresting, caving in    
As I fall under the domination of this ether man, not knowing where we begin or end    
  
In the realm of my cravings, my yearns  
Etching me in infinity of his slow burn    
Giving him the taste of the beauty of an Angel descended from the stars    
Venus seduced under the masterful touches of Mars    
Anchoring inside the depth of my wet treasure    
The mental lust from which I obtain the reason to live, as he channels my weather    
A desire for him to sink deeper into the passage of pleasure    
  
The seduction of this celestial gift    
Always a soft hit    
As you allow my mental capacity to seductively drift    
Enigmas of life’s chance    
Romance found in its sultry lyrical dance    
Asking for my hand, forbidden pleasures in my bed    
A silken pathway for me to covet his head    
  
A hard attraction to provide all my essential needs    
Fulfilling all my emotionally needs    
As I demand you in the middle of the night    
To get between my thighs and make things all right    
Mm, thank you and please    
Emotional weakened of the worthwhile and the aftermath of the appease
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 6th Jul 2021
Author's Note
When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm better.

Mae West
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