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Reading The Esoteric Manifesto Of His Quiet Infinity

He ascends my mind higher than the calling of the clouds
His celestial aura envelops my alluring Chi  
Like a misplaced time, a star bursting into the realm of time  
Twinkling in the silhouette of my awakening hour
 
Capturing my soft lips in the sweeten dewiness of their suppleness  
Eclipsing his soul into mine
I cannot fathom to breathe
As we merge into one breath of life
 
Such wondrous ecstasy as it circles the chambers of my heart
So, uplifting, I am spinning in the tsunami of his beautiful bliss
My feet refusing to touch ground
In the comfort of his wings I take comfort
 
He quietly gives my soul a taste of Heaven’s respite
Searching for him in the light of sun rays
Feeling the elevation of his beams within the evolution craters of my moon
Entwined souls carting the waves of midnight’s enchantment
 
The core of my mind inhaling the melody of each love note
Heart beating as fast as it tenderly resonates
My Charkas giving benediction to the intoxication of my essence
Unto him I bestow the anointed pleasure
 
Heart, mind, body, and soul rounding me, fusing us  
Like earth on its beautiful axis refusing to adjust to the barrier of sound, the speed of light
Closing my eyes, in the midst of my slumber
The wind gently speaks my name
 
His voice upon me slowly weakens my reserve
Sensations I feel from the indulgence as he savors the rings in infinity’s bow  
A laminate taking the sweetest possession of my reality
Hair moved aside, branding my skin with each embossed kiss
 
Gently as a feather
Pulling me into the arms of his promises
Tenderly making love to my skin
Dwindling into the rush of his oath
 
His destiny blending deeply into the fate of my will  
Elongated strokes in and out, I clench onto the mightiness of his vibrations
His manly power overcoming me, as one we fade
Asunder we leave behind pools of feverish passion not to be denied in its remission
 
The soft alluring in balminess of the dawning Sunrays
Manifested in touches of now, mm, feel it, need it…want it
Heart notes whispered up your spine, faint needs echoed in his ear
Liberation in the mesmeric of this…
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Josiah Gilbert Holland
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