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I Asked The Creator For A King
I asked the Creator for a King
he sent me his best handsome Knight
The presence of his persona, his love, his devotion
for his quiet touch, I will brave the mighty ocean
He keeps this Queen satisfied throughout the calling of night
Robust hands caressing the curvaceous of my supple body
On my back I lay
Kisses up the back of my legs, the intake of breath, the sinking in the tease of his seductive play
Eyes closed to the wonderous feeling of a forgotten time
Oh, sweet mercy, he pursues my mind
makes love to the cortex of my intellect
Erudite parables he infuses as I bow unto his Kingdom come
Within the nine muses, he has found harmony, comfort in this one
Enlightening me in the cadence of his warmth, shadowing me, like the eclipse of the sun
Intoxicating knowledge, his dailect I adore, our names inscribed in the chamsm of destiny, amore
He famishly tastes the sweeten fruit of my cup, his loins I sup
Worshipping me from my head down to the steps I take
The depth of his love I will never give chase
Soft whispers felt
Closing my eyes, his breath to my neck, mmm… one word spoken, I tenderly melt
I am his, he is mine
souls merging, breathless, asunder, our hearts rest on the bed of cloud nine
Once touched, the aftermna of the surrndering, his gentle endering
I still can feel the remnants of him between my thighs, the essnce of his dying heat
inhaling the pillow, his scent engrained in my silken sheets
The balloon ride, my office carpet picnic, the impatient, the longing of the sweetest greet
I asked the Creator for a King
he sent me his best handsome Knight
he sent me his best handsome Knight
The presence of his persona, his love, his devotion
for his quiet touch, I will brave the mighty ocean
He keeps this Queen satisfied throughout the calling of night
Robust hands caressing the curvaceous of my supple body
On my back I lay
Kisses up the back of my legs, the intake of breath, the sinking in the tease of his seductive play
Eyes closed to the wonderous feeling of a forgotten time
Oh, sweet mercy, he pursues my mind
makes love to the cortex of my intellect
Erudite parables he infuses as I bow unto his Kingdom come
Within the nine muses, he has found harmony, comfort in this one
Enlightening me in the cadence of his warmth, shadowing me, like the eclipse of the sun
Intoxicating knowledge, his dailect I adore, our names inscribed in the chamsm of destiny, amore
He famishly tastes the sweeten fruit of my cup, his loins I sup
Worshipping me from my head down to the steps I take
The depth of his love I will never give chase
Soft whispers felt
Closing my eyes, his breath to my neck, mmm… one word spoken, I tenderly melt
I am his, he is mine
souls merging, breathless, asunder, our hearts rest on the bed of cloud nine
Once touched, the aftermna of the surrndering, his gentle endering
I still can feel the remnants of him between my thighs, the essnce of his dying heat
inhaling the pillow, his scent engrained in my silken sheets
The balloon ride, my office carpet picnic, the impatient, the longing of the sweetest greet
I asked the Creator for a King
he sent me his best handsome Knight
Published 1st Jun 2020
Author's Note
I like having peace and quiet in my life, and I am perfectly happy in my relationships.
Loni Love
Loni Love
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1st Jun 2020 1:53am
1st Jun 2020 1:57am
Mm... and thank you for taking the time to read and comment my friend, I hope you are enjoying your Sunday thus far.. and I am wishing you a great upcoming week as well
1st Jun 2020 2:02am
1st Jun 2020 2:03am
1st Jun 2020 6:29am
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I am his, he is mine
souls merging, breathless, asunder, our hearts rest on the bed of cloud nine
(Joking) From what you describe, I trust this Knight had the perfect lance!
I am his, he is mine
souls merging, breathless, asunder, our hearts rest on the bed of cloud nine
(Joking) From what you describe, I trust this Knight had the perfect lance!
1st Jun 2020 11:25am
Now that made me smile on this beautiful Monday morning..and yes.. he is worth the sweetest piercing …. you are something my poet, but I like.. wink... and thank you sincerely for taking the time to read and then comment. Enjoy your day and a pleasant evening to you as well
1st Jun 2020 8:46pm
You both one at heart. Very gooey and mushy poem. But love is gooey and mushy. Keep on writing,
2nd Jun 2020 00:10am
A man of wise words, how poetic is that, and thank you for taking the time to read and then comment. Have a great evening and a blessed Tuesday in the making
