Pleasantries

I prefer the pleasure-filled romps, but sometimes the harsher observations/perceptions impinge upon those visions of fancy.  I'm hoping for lighter fare next write.  

Disposable as the razor
Lust, desire, cravings, our body give unto, the Heavenly stars the oath of our appraiser
used upon those divine legs
For the sweetest solace of that night... mmm you locked deep inside me, completing me behind my moans, pleads as I begged,

cast aside
Never, fate gives breaths of life, lips to lips, breath to breath as I enjoy your girth’s slip and slide
but kept close
Then most, stolen kisses, touches, I feel the passion, as you lick the honey off my toes, your fingers tantalizing my butter rum, engrossed

It seems unnatural
Entangled inside thrusting passion, your height of rapture, its a cosmic mental climax and that is factual
for us to live in this limbo
Mm... so what does my tender liaison propose, your desires, heat me, when your tongue is on patrol

We have parts that fit
Oh God yes…images of us, makes me wet, you palm the bed my love, anchoring for the hungry dip, the tight grip
that could solve the uncertainty
Let me please, tease you, it's only me

That state of your undress
Slowly for you, come closer handsome... shh... we won’t tell the rest
leaves me famished,
Mmmm… the extension of your soul my breasts sandwiched, greeting, kissing the hard tip
parched
O…yes right there…legs wrapped around your back, my spine arched, fishing then darting sensations, infiltration march
for your lubrication
Hands held over my head, deeper you go, bodies moving, my buttocks cupped, feening for your elongation, your ejaculation my butter rum coveting the pulsations, stimulations

anything...
Oh yes, my King…keep moving, my moans echoing, ecstasy beautifully sings
to stir just a twinge of passion
Palm to palm…oh…sweet mercy keep thrashing

it could be the meds,
Not…only lust fills our bed, haven’t you read, or heard what I’ve said, for you my scented roses are always red
disinterest
More is always less, saving the last drops of passion is always the best, most intimate when wet, mmm, after the ice cube met

but most likely,
Knock Knock… the moon’s overtures, unto you, karma’s sweetest psyche
a simple decision
When two souls sink within the pleasure of destiny, cravings, unbridled hungers, bodies on the course of an explosion collision
that I no longer
You could never be more wronger, bonds are made, it makes the world much stronger
get a reward
Oh yes, once the honey on me is slowly poured

SKC
I could not resist…enjoy

That was one mood-altering revision.  Thank you for filling in the blanks with the paint brush of desire.  That's what the boy needed.  ;)

Mm.. I'm glad I was under you, legs wrapped around that strong back of yours... back arched in anticipation.... to aww...allow you to give it to me.... panting in such sweet surrender as you soared me to the edge of heightened passion and fell so deeply with me, completing me …. God you provoke the most sweetest reminisce to the point I can taste it, feel it.... always..... smiles my love and wishing you a Happy Friday.. wait a minute.. I forgot whose bed we are in... oh yours handsome....wink😊

Awwww 🤗 hugs!

I appreciate that!