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Do You Remember The Flavor Of My Skin In Paris

Surrendering of me as you part the ingress of my sacred Chi unto you  
Your skin I ravenous the taste, my love  
The closet to worship the silhouette of God’s beautiful first creation  
Take me higher beyond the clouds, our body’s softly shuffling  
Landing among the crest of the stars  
Our breaths of enlighten we come  
Bowing unto the skies as we call out Selah in union  
Suspending me in the hereafter  
Intoxicating me as I open the gates of my sacred temple unto you  
Clenching me as woman to man  
Infusing me tenderly with the caresses of your wanderlust  
Your seeds of gift you asunder  
Sweeten fruit my chasten mind I consume  
Pleasure filling me of your knowledge  
The hardiness of your wisdom you twist
Courting to fit the present state of our existence  
Releasing of your soul  
My mind, mentally intoxicated off the wondrous of you  
Freeing me, pulling me closer as the crest of my heighten wave  
Your body finds the absence of your taken rib  
Unto me you give  
Unto I, shall take, keep  
I am enthralled  
I am in waiting  
The sweetest recipient of the supremacy you have awoken  
Hands as gentle as a wisp softly engulfing me  
Tenderly bathing my skin with wisdom found within the power of your touch  
Anchoring deeply into my moisten sugar walls, drowning in its pools of contentment  
The alliance of spiritual sensations overtakes us  
Baptizing my soul as we rebirth to a higher clandestine plane of moral gratification  
Reach out, feel the enlighten as you savor the wonderment of my supple skin  
The awareness of one I feel  
Sinking us into rapture for the unknown  
As we become as one  
Echoes of the past, a blueprint of our footsteps to which we stand  
Now as destiny unbiased we lay  
The illumination of our blending silhouettes dancing on the wall  
Captivated by the embrace in the want of your needs  
Mmm... twist me in the falling  
Spin me in the tornado of your alluring words  
Speak to my soul as you give it sound, light, purpose  
Our hushed desires veiled in sacred hieroglyphics  
Only our minds, hearts, our entwined souls can decipher  
Blanket me, as I float, we softly drift
Oh, sweet mercy just feel it…
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
America is my country and Paris is my hometown.

Gertrude Stein
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