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Butter Rum

My inviting soft smoky eyes you gaze into    
An allurement to give any man his just due  
Upon the lay, candles flickering, our silhouettes shadowed, disrobing, heaps of attire in disarray    
Whispering in your ear, this night, take my breath away    
   
The back of your hand, blanketing down my supple skin, hypnotic eyes glimpsing into the crux of my soul    
My back, slowly to the bed it goes    
Dividing, conquering as you inhale the scent of me through your nose    
Sweet drips of honey savored as your tongue dips into paradise, snaking within, the tip teases, swiftly cajoles    
    
A Creole delight through and through    
Enticing your loins, rising to the call, slowly easing into my gyrating moves    
Clenched skin while lying under you    
Giving you a taste of my dewy carnal food    
     
Dunking, twisting, circling your girth... draining you for all its worth    
Moans of more, Oh God don't stop... echoing once locked deep inside    
Back arched in Heaven’s cradle upon the slip and slide    
Hungry passion, wet ecstasy clashing upon the slicken collide    
Bumping and grinding, my hips you impatiently grip    
Tender kisses to the landing of my soft lips    
     
Tongues binding, unlocking the mysteries of my mellifluous gifts    
Legs entangling, back arched, pleasing the nature of your harden uplift    
In my bed of such wicked fantasies, vivid wet dreams    
Denied bodies in heat… mm.. loving the essence of my seeping butter rum cream    
   
A compulsion found in the quintessence of my soothing touch    
Within the passage of my charms, time has no rush    
Parting me deeper… oh yes, go deeper, mixing your flowing streams all up into my trickling gush    
Mm.. and mm... no flavor compared in as much    
You wanna taste
Author's Note
I do earnestly wish to see the distinction of sex confounded in society, unless where love animates the behavior.

Mary Wollstonecraft
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