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Mm.. Surrendering To The Bliss
Kisses long and wet, wine shared
Two naked souls bedded on silk sheets, paired
Divide the essence of fate, and lick upon destiny’s sweetest measure
Kissing, teasing, the opening of my silken pleasure
Your tongue tantalizing my sunken treasure
Too alluring to ignore
Soft moans, tongue scaling, begging for more
Mouthing sweet flesh, moaning, tasting
Oh baby…yes…yes right there…don’t keep the climax of my pussy waiting
Feasting greedily, hand on your head, urging your twisting head movements on
My pussy serenading your mouth with my seesawing song
Tongue snaking up my body kissing all over my gentle skin
Nipple wet inside your mouth, cupping your erection, our mating dance begins
Drowning your lust in the cove of my naked flesh
Hands joined, bodies gyrating, whispers, pleading as bodies softly mesh
Hard dick dipping, slipping, leading, setting my passion free
Creole thighs locking around his back, drawing him deeper into the core of me
Breathless, girth arrowing into promises of silken warmth
Hearts no man asunder, ecstasy reborn, yesterday’s memories shredded, never to be torn
Pleasure principle of my womanhood, powerful, natural, addictive drawing you in
Clenching him tighter, kisses to my lips, my chin
Wet slit massaging his dick, kissing the tip of its head
Lust, desire, passion the only sheets covering my bed
Headboard gripped, sinking over and over again, a hard throbbing dick
Unmercifully pleasing my creamy slit
Pussy giving his dick the essence of my sweetest reward
Giving him more than he ever would deserve
Grunts, pearly flow release
Behind moans of a climatic please
Wondrous flow, delights slowly ebb
Soft rainfalls entangling, spinning into desire’s web
His dick greedily devouring every morsel as my essence runs
Superseded by the stream of your pearly cum
A craving, decadence, greed he obsesses for
Locked in my core, thrusting even deeper, wanting more
My pussy siphoning from the fountain of his lust
Bodies once again blending, tug-of-war, shifting, as rapture enfolds, adjust
Two naked souls bedded on silk sheets, paired
Divide the essence of fate, and lick upon destiny’s sweetest measure
Kissing, teasing, the opening of my silken pleasure
Your tongue tantalizing my sunken treasure
Too alluring to ignore
Soft moans, tongue scaling, begging for more
Mouthing sweet flesh, moaning, tasting
Oh baby…yes…yes right there…don’t keep the climax of my pussy waiting
Feasting greedily, hand on your head, urging your twisting head movements on
My pussy serenading your mouth with my seesawing song
Tongue snaking up my body kissing all over my gentle skin
Nipple wet inside your mouth, cupping your erection, our mating dance begins
Drowning your lust in the cove of my naked flesh
Hands joined, bodies gyrating, whispers, pleading as bodies softly mesh
Hard dick dipping, slipping, leading, setting my passion free
Creole thighs locking around his back, drawing him deeper into the core of me
Breathless, girth arrowing into promises of silken warmth
Hearts no man asunder, ecstasy reborn, yesterday’s memories shredded, never to be torn
Pleasure principle of my womanhood, powerful, natural, addictive drawing you in
Clenching him tighter, kisses to my lips, my chin
Wet slit massaging his dick, kissing the tip of its head
Lust, desire, passion the only sheets covering my bed
Headboard gripped, sinking over and over again, a hard throbbing dick
Unmercifully pleasing my creamy slit
Pussy giving his dick the essence of my sweetest reward
Giving him more than he ever would deserve
Grunts, pearly flow release
Behind moans of a climatic please
Wondrous flow, delights slowly ebb
Soft rainfalls entangling, spinning into desire’s web
His dick greedily devouring every morsel as my essence runs
Superseded by the stream of your pearly cum
A craving, decadence, greed he obsesses for
Locked in my core, thrusting even deeper, wanting more
My pussy siphoning from the fountain of his lust
Bodies once again blending, tug-of-war, shifting, as rapture enfolds, adjust
Published 19th Oct 2020
Author's Note
The presence of passion within you is the greatest gift you can receive. Treat it as a miracle.
Wayne Dyer
Wayne Dyer
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19th Oct 2020 6:54pm
my oh my this feel as though it was written with me in mind so sweet and sensual my friend
20th Oct 2020 6:20pm
Oh... listen to you my friend and thank you for taking the time to read and adding such a beautiful endearment. You really rock in my book, I do hope your Tuesday has been nothing short of being pleasant. I am wishing you a dynamite evening in the making as well
20th Oct 2020 9:35pm
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20th Oct 2020 6:22pm
Ahh... you even brought a heart, how sweet is that my handsome poet, and thank you for taking the taking away from your own creative agenda to paint upon mine. Have a delightful day and a humbling evening as well
19th Oct 2020 8:15pm
Passion filled piece, exemplified in favourite verse:
Tongue snaking up my body kissing all over my gentle skin
Nipple wet inside your mouth, cupping your erection, our mating dance begins
Drowning your lust in the cove of my naked flesh
Hands joined, bodies gyrating, whispers, pleading as bodies softly mesh
Hard dick dipping, slipping, leading, setting my passion free
Creole thighs locking around his back, drawing him deeper into the core of me
Tongue snaking up my body kissing all over my gentle skin
Nipple wet inside your mouth, cupping your erection, our mating dance begins
Drowning your lust in the cove of my naked flesh
Hands joined, bodies gyrating, whispers, pleading as bodies softly mesh
Hard dick dipping, slipping, leading, setting my passion free
Creole thighs locking around his back, drawing him deeper into the core of me
20th Oct 2020 6:25pm
Thank you my wise poet... From what I've read thus far your pen has been on fire in that castle of yours, and all poetic scribblings have been in great taste. I am bowing to your perfection, and bidding you a great early evening in the UK
20th Oct 2020 4:27am
Another feast for every sense. An incredible bedtime story to lull one into complete abandon. I will sleep well, tonight. ;)
20th Oct 2020 6:35pm
Mm.. as they say.. I am saving the best for last... how you doing today my tender poet.. I do hope your Tuesday has been restful and non-stressful as you work diligently throughout the course of your day. Hopefully, some of that success may come with such sweet rewards. And thank you reading all over me and the enticing calling of that heartfelt mental tease.. do enjoy your day and I am wishing unto you a fabulous evening
