Mm.. He Softly Completes The Mystique Of My Femineity

Let me sit between your manly robust thighs while we are on the bed
His hands placing the flower as the rose of his Creole Queen
Lifting my short up, unsnapping my lacy bra
Freeing the fourplay of his tongue lust
Cupping my naked breasts  
Squeezing the twin peaks of my femininity
Tenderly kissing the nape of my neck
Mmm.. he knows that soft spot right there put me in the mood
 
Scooting closer  
His dick gracing my soft buttocks
Encircling my waist
Laying his forehead against the back of my head
 
Mm.. my love, a sigh escaping my breath
My body surrendering from his unwavering strength  
Embracing me tighter
Then whispering softly in my ear, “I got you.”
 
Strong arms cocooning my existence  
A pillar to uphold, to believe in
The virility of his muscular body taking mine backwards
A sinewy tower of hardness my spine aligned upon
 
The snaking of his two fingers
Circling my nipples
Dragging my finger downward ever so slowly
Oh, arching my back panting the creamy sensation teasing the depths my desired swooshing, yes, I blame it on the throughs getting me moist, the soft core of my being, spent, wet
 
Wind open for you, as you ease all that hard philosophic earth and divine wisdom and deeply penetrate over and over my alluring intellect.  
I can taste the creation of your brain mechanism, relishing, gently bathing in your dynamics, the well seems to be dry  
Rewind and play the music of your soul
It makes me move no matter the way the wind blows
 
Just feel the sticky sensations like slow honey pouring upon me wherever the golden streams flows
You taste that, yes, I know you like where it always goes
Mm... I like the ambrosia in the ascending when my sacred whispers, touches, feather stroke you from afar, touch me esoterically, engaged me metaphorically, spiritually, emotionally, you got the staff, tell me something divinely, please  
Tenderize my mind through the doors of the skies, shared passion until the sun rise
 
Tonight, is the night
Come closer and embrace the silhouette of our souls as our spirits take flight
I feel your heartbeat against mine
Does the imagery of ecstasy foreplay, clothes discarded in our foreplay
Yes, remember, letting you mentally get all up in my when your mentally parlay
Does the imagery of bathing in rapture, grapes fed to you off sacred vines  
Jar the memory of your exalted mind
 
Delving inside
Panting moans softly escape
Arms reaching backwards  
Cupping the back of your head
 
Moving, grooving to the slicken sensations
Making love to me with long strong digits of pleasure
Masterful jiggling insertion
 
Licking my ear, sticking your tongue inside
Oh, sweet mercy…sweet mercy  
Eyes closed, sinking, falling into its blissful madness
Body gyrating to the wanton sinking dance
 
Back arched... mmm…a creamy deliverance
Onto your fingers you feel
The essence, floating to your tongue your butter rum taste
Only a faded memory of its streaming satisfaction
 
Savored in the rapture of Nirvana’s touch