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The Power inside "Her" �Essence

each and every dawn of late
starts the same

early morning voices
call out your name
and your words appear upon
the wall

I see and feel it all
craving the way you arouse me

your verbiage spreads across
a parchment canvas.....

�...just as my hands spread open
your alabaster bum
beautiful porcelain thighs
spread wide

wet lips begin to speak
my dick, so damned hard
as I prepare to go so deep

inside of you......

inside the grips of your pure essence
indulging every single word
your crimson ink drips profoundly
hinged upon a seduction
unlike any other that I have ever seen,
ever heard

how I have missed your spell-binding, mind-fucking ......you

�...and your sexual essence