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Mm.. How Sweet It Is
He’s the baritone voice I hear, before resting my eyes
Hard candy in the morning when he’s thrusting between my thighs
A beautiful wish confiscated in the spiritual depth of my dreams
To the handsome Tomcat who touches my spirit before diving into the softness of my butter rum cream
Slowly, tenderly, freeing the essence of my soul
The je ne sais quoi to the quiet comfort of this French Haitian Creole
Midnight magic in his arm, mmm he beautifully consoles
Lover’s embrace
The honeyed craving on his tongue, he savors from my silken taste
Imprisoning my passion, locked deep with the cresting of my feverish needs
Over and over again, begging for him to complete me
Written in the stars as we soar to the fate of our destiny
The Heavens hears my echoing weakening pleads
With each branding sensation within my Chi, felt
Linking my legs around the virility of his temple, Oh God this man makes me softly melt
In the web of pleasure my passion to find, his rapture I seek
Beyond the stars, he crowns me at the zenith of my trickling peak
Crying out his name
His mouth converting mine, as he dips in and out my surrendering rain
Clenching him tighter, his soul joining mine in pools of ecstasy
Inside my sweeten sugar cane, his streams fills me
A crime of passion resonances its reminisce
Euphoric we fall from the heights of Nirvana’s bliss
Breathless, our bodies mirroring the reflection of good loving we’ve made
This sultry Queen of heart, conceding to a King of Spade
My compassion he draws in, I rest it upon his chest
Contentment as we become the masterpiece … mmm… who loves you best
Hard candy in the morning when he’s thrusting between my thighs
A beautiful wish confiscated in the spiritual depth of my dreams
To the handsome Tomcat who touches my spirit before diving into the softness of my butter rum cream
Slowly, tenderly, freeing the essence of my soul
The je ne sais quoi to the quiet comfort of this French Haitian Creole
Midnight magic in his arm, mmm he beautifully consoles
Lover’s embrace
The honeyed craving on his tongue, he savors from my silken taste
Imprisoning my passion, locked deep with the cresting of my feverish needs
Over and over again, begging for him to complete me
Written in the stars as we soar to the fate of our destiny
The Heavens hears my echoing weakening pleads
With each branding sensation within my Chi, felt
Linking my legs around the virility of his temple, Oh God this man makes me softly melt
In the web of pleasure my passion to find, his rapture I seek
Beyond the stars, he crowns me at the zenith of my trickling peak
Crying out his name
His mouth converting mine, as he dips in and out my surrendering rain
Clenching him tighter, his soul joining mine in pools of ecstasy
Inside my sweeten sugar cane, his streams fills me
A crime of passion resonances its reminisce
Euphoric we fall from the heights of Nirvana’s bliss
Breathless, our bodies mirroring the reflection of good loving we’ve made
This sultry Queen of heart, conceding to a King of Spade
My compassion he draws in, I rest it upon his chest
Contentment as we become the masterpiece … mmm… who loves you best
Published 5th Nov 2020
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5th Nov 2020 6:47pm
such beautiful words cover this canvas brought a tear to my eye and a smile to my face
just beautiful my friend
just beautiful my friend
6th Nov 2020 1:05am
Ahh.. thank you my poet... And you can borrow a tissue from me anytime. In addition, thank you sincerely for taking the time to read and then adding such a sincere comment. Have an engaging evening.. and wonderful TGIF😊
6th Nov 2020 1:07am
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6th Nov 2020 2:23am
Well, just listen to you my handsome poet... and yes, I have to agree, however, when the right soul meets that beautiful spirit.. I do hope your day is unwinding as you have wished as we march into a TGIF.. May you have a sedate evening to carry you through🐾🐾
6th Nov 2020 2:25am
6th Nov 2020 2:26am
6th Nov 2020 4:10am
.....if you are but half the Vixen you portray, and your words are more reality than surrealism, then oh...my......God. Something about this pen won't let my mind go😵
7th Nov 2020 1:12am
What a beautiful gift of words to unwrap my poet, and a nice fit to wear such a beautiful dressing; in regards to your question, half passion and half pleasure, either way, its all sweet coming and going. In addition, I am wishing you a great evening and a pleasant weekend🍑
