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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
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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