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Her Mystic

he spoke love in � �
mystic enchantments �
fingering so many lingering emotions �
dipped deep inside her honeypot �
masturbating moods �
of a swinging crotch...hips...thighs �
her spinal column rising to tides and tones �
of a voice...distant yet ever near �
textured..tailored...to her silky invitation �
moist..marinated...she seeps...weeps in her dreams �
creams for the fullness of his presence �
of cascading soliloquies �
caressing her woman's hood ...her clitoris �
stimulated...stiffened....prostituted by a swollen heart �
wrought with midnight desires �
her body set aflame..her bed a pyre �
the altar where she sacrifices all agency �
shackled to enslaving desires..her vices victorious �
a dame aching for her beastly Kong �
crown him king of her lust �
sing songs for him in moans of c-minor �
�gift him soft falsettos..revealing how she longs for �
his length..his width..backed by his strength �
packed inside her tight �
rocking her right..knocking her nights..hazing her days �
with eyes glazed in secret remembrance �
of how he came into her..a thief �
stole her breaths and left her hallowed earth haunted � �
with love spoken in mystic
enchantments �
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