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The Beautiful Ones
In the midnight hour as I cross your mind
The je ne sais ouoi behind my seductive rhythms
In bed as you’re laying alone
Mm... as you’re privately stroking your male testosterone
Fantasies to indulge dancing in your head
Transposing your rapture unto me who also lays alone in her bed
Can I share your blanket my love, in the cloak of midnight, instill my temple with your manly heat
Tenderly kiss my lips, warm the soles of my feet
Blending our Chi when our spirits meet
Mentally licking your ego, as if you are laying on my silk covered sheets
They say first cum first serve
Mm between my thighs you kneel, your tongue dips, slips as it curves
Juliet feeling the passionate storm from her Romeo, my curvaceous body his private show
My Sacred Chakra he soars, ecstasy in tow
Legs in the air, toes curled, my soft rain aching to overflow
Blame it on the nature of his seductive tease, his persona, releasing a sultry need in me
His beautiful lyrics tattooed all over my body
Inflaming the echoing wishes of this honeyed laced hottie
Shh... come closer, close your eyes, and stick out your tongue
Taste me in the realm of infinity, our destinies kissed by the rising of the sun
Savor the flavor of my acclimatized butter rum
Feet rooted, no sneakers on to ever run
The beautiful ones
The je ne sais ouoi behind my seductive rhythms
In bed as you’re laying alone
Mm... as you’re privately stroking your male testosterone
Fantasies to indulge dancing in your head
Transposing your rapture unto me who also lays alone in her bed
Can I share your blanket my love, in the cloak of midnight, instill my temple with your manly heat
Tenderly kiss my lips, warm the soles of my feet
Blending our Chi when our spirits meet
Mentally licking your ego, as if you are laying on my silk covered sheets
They say first cum first serve
Mm between my thighs you kneel, your tongue dips, slips as it curves
Juliet feeling the passionate storm from her Romeo, my curvaceous body his private show
My Sacred Chakra he soars, ecstasy in tow
Legs in the air, toes curled, my soft rain aching to overflow
Blame it on the nature of his seductive tease, his persona, releasing a sultry need in me
His beautiful lyrics tattooed all over my body
Inflaming the echoing wishes of this honeyed laced hottie
Shh... come closer, close your eyes, and stick out your tongue
Taste me in the realm of infinity, our destinies kissed by the rising of the sun
Savor the flavor of my acclimatized butter rum
Feet rooted, no sneakers on to ever run
The beautiful ones
Published 29th Jan 2020
Author's Note
The good is the beautiful.
Plato
Plato
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29th Jan 2020 11:20am
Anonymous
29th Jan 2020 12:28pm
It is our daily encounter that makes our hearts beat as one, in the middle of every action of our day. I love you my sweet lady. And no one will ever be able to do so more. Because I know how deep your soul is, beyond the sultry notes of the poetic seductress. Hence why the reader reads the excellence and not the imagery.
29th Jan 2020 2:57pm
30th Jan 2020 4:07am
Yea, the beautiful ones are always the image we have when we have these thoughts. Passionate write.
30th Jan 2020 5:23pm
You have this wonderful way of being so inclusive even when your intended audience is one person in particular.
1st Feb 2020 1:28pm
