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He Is...

He is a man who stands the test of time
Unto my heart, forever, he will be mine  
Through the quietness of gentle storms  
Under covers to keep my temple warm  
My hands that gift his  
  
Fingers caressing my face, outlining my lips  
Leaning in for the taste of my kiss  
He's my dream weaver, no deceiver  
Astral Plane Believer  
Stress Reducer, my mental producer  
   
Intellectual therapist to heighten, soothe, enjoy the core of my mind  
His love flows inside of me as smooth as the sands of time  
Catching the reflection of forever in his eyes  
His signature of passion written in the wetness between my thighs  
Taking the spirit of my soul past the sun, moon, resting it behind the curtain of the skies  
   
When his mighty hands are roaming all over my Chi, my body masseur  
Umm…weakening me with his masterful hard infiltration, oh sweet mercy, my connoisseur  
Non-heart breaker, loving the arrogance when he's being a risk taker  
Conservationist while turning me on  
A carnal sleep aid assistance, better than any lullaby song  
   
He’s the root from my lust comes forth  
The delight of virility he instills deep inside of me, never tends to fall short  
Mm... he's my hard rock café his bliss is never out of reach  
Feeding him his carnal appetite, when his arousal is buried deep inside the nectar of my juicy peach  
My soft moans escalating his body sliding in and out for the coated pleasure of his deep parlays  
Pleasurable in the mist as we make love, relish in the aftermath of the lay  
   
Devine moans blended of its hasten serenade  
I’m addictive to his uplifting body hymn  
Fills my silken lover’s cup to the rim  
Motionless under his powerful love potion  
Damn I’m sinking as he’s swimming inside my deep ocean  
   
Carnal fireworks bursting in air  
Bodies soaring on wings and a prayer  
Handsome as he stands in his own right  
God, he leaves me breathless throughout the night  
He’s my faith healer, hard fixation thrusting extract dealer  
My lover, my je ne sais quoi, comforting friend  
Desires, rapture, and a taste of ecstasy to the wind our souls beautifully commend  
   
He is...  
 
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Dedicated to the sweetest joy to know when the heart and mind is both being softly satisfied

SKC
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