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Defined By The Moments of Time

Mm…well now… we’re all alone  
Shh…just allow passion to take us where your palms  may secretly roam    
Can you drop those pants, briefs, my handsome secret lover    
This babe would like you to engage her needs, yearns, wants, under a slew of silk covers    
     
Wait… the honey goes all over me    
Not unless you permit me to pour the warm current all over your feet    
My fetish…shh… what a sweet taste of Heaven for you to feel, the tip of my tongue tickling, stroking between your toes    
Your eyes slowly close    
Up your hairy inner thigh my tongue slowly patrols…      
Squeezing your balls… which I do believe, needs to be tenderly consoled    
     
Twin sacs I’m gently lifting, my soft teasing tongue all over your skin, drifting    
Inhaling your aroma…pinching my nipples    
The scent of your intoxicating being weakening me, I’m bedazzled by your fervent needs    
Let me take the core of your spirit, your mind, over the edge within a sphere of a fantasized dominion    
Wicked passion we feel, hot desires we submit unto… ecstasy engaged, the surrendering of its oblivion    
     
My emotions, the spillage of my fountain drowning as you’re deep inside of me, fusing together awaiting for you to set my soul free    
Taking me over the edge as you’re pleasing, pushing inside my sunken treasured needs      
The raging current of undulated passion, wearing your scent all over me like it’s a trending fashion    
I am the reality of your root Chakra, as you bow unto my sacred benedictions    
Fusing our souls, you speaking to my intellectual contradictions      
     
Enlisting your grunts, yours groans    
Mm... just to hear you begging for my touch, setting it as my ring tone    
I love when you give me full control of your muscular physique    
Your hardness, my mouth quietly seeks    
Hum… am I making you hot with my naughty talk, processing you in the space of time    
In the realm of Nirvana's promise, you will be all mine    
Vows, oaths, shall be the canvass of our whispers as it solely defines      
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

Edmund Burke
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