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Free Falling
Free Falling
Pulse calling
Never at lost
Emotions tossed
Head extended above
Earthy Love
Healer
Umm, Butter Rum Juice Dealer
Yes, that’s right
Every day, every night
Being trivial today
When words have escaped their own beautiful way
Sincerely me, yes, I’ll cater to all your needs
As I emotionally sit upon your throne while coveting your gushing pearly seeds
Do you think I am sinful
Wait, isn’t love more enjoyable when it’s plentiful
Of course, with adults and always consensual
Until I bring out the handcuffs
No don’t run, you know I can catch you
Ball gag, posture collar to subdue, my sultry playful tools
Moaning like my handsome pet after I stroke your just due
Too much information
No, only my signature Love and Hugs confirmation
Let me be nice, ooh, that’s so boring
I like to hear when the Lion is in the deep jungle roaring
I do run marathons for fun
Have you ever chased the wind in the rain, snow, or the sun
I swear the wind must be a romantic man
We come as one when we dance
Invisible hands gently lifting my hair
Caressing my face without any cares
Have me sweating all over, sticky clothing smothering
Out of breath, yet the wind is persisting hovering
The wind feeding me endorphins as we’re blending as one
Have my adrenaline pulsating before a course is done
Wearing me out until I’ve reached my heightened need
Coming and going by the standards of SweetKittyCat’s creed
Mm, I love the wind
Pulse calling
Never at lost
Emotions tossed
Head extended above
Earthy Love
Healer
Umm, Butter Rum Juice Dealer
Yes, that’s right
Every day, every night
Being trivial today
When words have escaped their own beautiful way
Sincerely me, yes, I’ll cater to all your needs
As I emotionally sit upon your throne while coveting your gushing pearly seeds
Do you think I am sinful
Wait, isn’t love more enjoyable when it’s plentiful
Of course, with adults and always consensual
Until I bring out the handcuffs
No don’t run, you know I can catch you
Ball gag, posture collar to subdue, my sultry playful tools
Moaning like my handsome pet after I stroke your just due
Too much information
No, only my signature Love and Hugs confirmation
Let me be nice, ooh, that’s so boring
I like to hear when the Lion is in the deep jungle roaring
I do run marathons for fun
Have you ever chased the wind in the rain, snow, or the sun
I swear the wind must be a romantic man
We come as one when we dance
Invisible hands gently lifting my hair
Caressing my face without any cares
Have me sweating all over, sticky clothing smothering
Out of breath, yet the wind is persisting hovering
The wind feeding me endorphins as we’re blending as one
Have my adrenaline pulsating before a course is done
Wearing me out until I’ve reached my heightened need
Coming and going by the standards of SweetKittyCat’s creed
Mm, I love the wind
Published 10th Feb 2020
Author's Note
In life sometimes, we must all step back and reflect on our humbling blessings
SKC
SKC
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10th Feb 2020 5:01am
11th Feb 2020 4:11am
Thank you so much for reading and then commenting my poet. Have a super duper evening and a better tomorrow
10th Feb 2020 5:54am
11th Feb 2020 4:13am
I will take that nice comment in stride my poet and thank you sincerely for reading. I am wishing you a great evening and a relaxing tomorrow
10th Feb 2020 6:45am
I savoured this description of running, I have lately done my exercise through bouts of rain and wind:
Have you ever chased the wind in the rain, snow, or the sun
I swear the wind must be a romantic man
We come as one when we dance
Invisible hands gently lifting my hair
Caressing my face without any cares
Have me sweating all over, sticky clothing smothering
Out of breath, yet the wind is persisting hovering
The wind feeding me endorphins as we’re blending as one
Have my adrenaline pulsating before a course is done
Wearing me out until I’ve reached my heightened need
Have you ever chased the wind in the rain, snow, or the sun
I swear the wind must be a romantic man
We come as one when we dance
Invisible hands gently lifting my hair
Caressing my face without any cares
Have me sweating all over, sticky clothing smothering
Out of breath, yet the wind is persisting hovering
The wind feeding me endorphins as we’re blending as one
Have my adrenaline pulsating before a course is done
Wearing me out until I’ve reached my heightened need
11th Feb 2020 4:17am
I always must thank you for taking the time my poet to summarize your stanzas of choice. I humbly thank you for such and please have a great early morning and a fabulous Tuesday
Anonymous
11th Feb 2020 8:51am
Beauty is i. The eye of the beholder, it is said. But your case beauty is in your eyes, your lips, your heart and soul. I love losing myself in that speculum of true love and passion that holds our hearts and passions. 😘😘😘
