Mm... Tasting The Soften Trickles Of Nirvana’s Honey

You keep me floating on air, no earthly cares    
Touch me here, taking us there        
When my feet touches ground            
His voice cushioning my heightened desires, found in its soothing baritone sound            
Feel the ambrosia of my skin, the goosebumps when he’s near, populating            
Sitting on top of a crescent moon, in his eyes I’m wonderous stargazing            
          
To my ear his whispers harkens unto my tender emotions            
Lavishing my body with such enthralling love potion            
Kisses softly cascading all over me            
He keeps twisting my temple’s master key            
          
Inside my Chi, I give him a cherished peek            
My spirit I give unto him to keep            
He inflames the candlelight inside my soul            
Hands illuminating, igniting my inner being, the depth of my mind he captivates, beautifully consoles            
Mental weakening me, as he mesmerizes me with his melting tease            
Closing my eyes, carried away on the beguiling chants of his celestial breeze      
            
I feel like I’m caught in the web of his wet dream      
Kissing me gently, mmm, spreading me to taste the craving of my Nirvana’s cream      
So passionate, so embracing, the trust in his thrust fits the sugary crown of this melanin Queen      
Bowing unto his loins, ecstasy found upon his throne easing done the lengthen width     
Upon his face, gyrating sweeten honey, dripping down his chin a royal flush from my saturated clit      
          
My lips, my body pasted against his, no better temple my mind, heart, body will ever seep for          
Toppling passion as the dips in and out, my legs encircling his back as rapture slowly pours            
Reaching out to the zenith of the cosmos            
Save me, I’m drowning deeper within this man’s enigmatic flow            
          
The scent of him, it calms my heart            
The sight of him, I fall apart            
My heartbeats echoing its needs in the dusk of dark      
Moving desires one brushstroke at a time... sweet mercy... we’re a work of art        
       
His poetic tongue dipping, our souls beautifully blending        
The coating of ecstasy peaking its beginning      
Seeping droplets mending      
My mind spinning      
       
The echoes of soft moans            
The release of his groans            
Bodies’ crescendo upon the sea of its pleasurable throne            
Asunder we pant in union of our nightly harmonic songs