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MORNING ESSENCE
MORNING ESSENCE
I awaken from my erotic dream of you
my blood is coursing through my veins.
Flamed desires, nipples erect & tingling
fingers slowly move down on my body.
Featherlite fingertips caress my skin
hypersensitive in the heat of the moment.
Intaking my breaths in bated anticipation
my fingers wade thru my trembling lips.
Delta of Venus is glistening with desire
lucious juices begin to flood my walls.
My throbbing rose bud beckons & pleads
as if a siren, she's begging for my touch.
I begin to encircle myself holding breath
I'm coming prepared to which I'm short.
Eyelids flutter as I am willing & capable.
Closed eyes fear of breaking the moment
lost in thought, your warm breaths on me.
My legs fall apart I am wanton & open
I get carried away in the exalting desire.
The tip of your tongue sends me tingles
gives pleasure to my throbbing pus.
Slave your exotic unquenchable thirst
lap up my flowing, lucious, hot nectar.
The potent essence of my womanhood.
I awaken from my erotic dream of you
my blood is coursing through my veins.
Flamed desires, nipples erect & tingling
fingers slowly move down on my body.
Featherlite fingertips caress my skin
hypersensitive in the heat of the moment.
Intaking my breaths in bated anticipation
my fingers wade thru my trembling lips.
Delta of Venus is glistening with desire
lucious juices begin to flood my walls.
My throbbing rose bud beckons & pleads
as if a siren, she's begging for my touch.
I begin to encircle myself holding breath
I'm coming prepared to which I'm short.
Eyelids flutter as I am willing & capable.
Closed eyes fear of breaking the moment
lost in thought, your warm breaths on me.
My legs fall apart I am wanton & open
I get carried away in the exalting desire.
The tip of your tongue sends me tingles
gives pleasure to my throbbing pus.
Slave your exotic unquenchable thirst
lap up my flowing, lucious, hot nectar.
The potent essence of my womanhood.
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