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The ecstasy you glimpse behind the gifts of my soft inviting eyes  
A sweet feeling to caress once clothes has been cast aside  
Look at my melanin skin my love, now lean in closer for a soft touch  
Intellectual paradise you roam, Mother Nature kissed, ebony we entwine in the soft folds of my heated lush
Iím no model, but my mind is the bearings of the mystic found in my sultry whys  
Honey infused, trickles of weakening, pleasure you sink, deep between the silken passage of my thighs  

Closing my eyes, legs entwined, bowing unto him as a Mandingo King †
In the height of passion, cumming unto me like a quite storm  
Moaning his name over and over, shadowed by his roar, the taste I crave from being entombed in my arms  
He has my body singing  
Back curved, I see the stars, the moon, I hear Heavenís bassoon ringing  
Taking all, cupping the back of my headÖ mmmÖ this is evitable, is all my mind silently said  
Oh GodÖ †King me, needing to feel the flow of his soul as it tenderly consoles  
My body, a parchment of beauty sealed in time, falling to the temptation of his appease  
Giving myself unto the alter of his wonderous commune, the needs it feeds  

Cloaking my existence in his arms as the sky veils itself from the stars and the moon, as it earthly binds  
My peachy nectar he draws substance from, my lips he tenderly kisses upon, making him mine in this time  
Our tongues dueling, souls blending, desires rendering  
The depth of our spirits, surrendering    
Silent whispers heard so faint, echoing in ether, time refusing to wait  
In the mist of a beautiful storm, dopamine remembrance of the acquaint  
MmmÖ †
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 31st Aug 2021
Author's Note
Sometimes the only thing we women want is a dick and no arguments. What could make us happier?

Linda Fiorentino
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