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Enfolded In The Tenderness Of Rapture (COTS)

Given time to escape the vault of the mind                
In life, such a sweet landing my wings do find                    
Passion, felt to the heart so sweet                  
In thy calling of the night, a sultry Queen, his ego shall meet                    
              
As I touch him softy in starlight dreams                  
Rapture of paradise to feel from a mortal man’s vibes for all it seems      
To engage in the throne of his manly temple, it’s enticing, so serene            
The suppleness of my flesh approved by the longing reflected in his eyes    
Intoxicating him as my essence seeps onto his lips, the sensation in the taste like sweeten wine                  
Destined to love beyond the measure of this time                  
Kismet Karma the invention of love designs                  
                      
The stars and the moon              
Embrace our spirits, as given from the warmth of the Sun as we lay under the warmth of its cocoon                  
The love to wait, in the Catherall of our souls' basilica an awaiting kiss                  
Therefore, enwrap your being, as your breath binds to my lips                
In the slippage of passion, gratification in his circling dip              
The upward greeting in the carnal plunging  of the bliss              
 
My buttocks cupped, his hunger moving deeper within the shifting of hips to hips              
Nestled lovers as he awakens my touch, my scent to him, a faint reminisce            
Dreamy eyes now open, floating throughout time, making him in the moment, all mine                  
Love consoled as his hands blindly patrol                  
Mm... the hunger in the sweetest anticipate              
Upon silken sheets we lay, entangled in our soaked lust, by fate              
              
Alluring whispers in the essence of his needs, I unwaveringly await                  
Destiny given, as he touches my lips, unto you my love, weakening me once desires between us generates              
Sliding into the passage of my creamy gift              
Locked deep inside the sugar walls of my dew abyss                  
              
Palms clasped, skin clenched, mm... let thy will be done              
Feel the seduction of my caresses in the uprise of his towering Kingdom, as we soar the heights of nirvana’s soft embrace, rejuvenation in thy come              
Bathing in the halo of my wet butter rum  

Into the Heavens our ancient souls shall forevermore ascend


#ChildrenOfTheSunSeries  

Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
This is the introduction I will be honoring in the rejoicing of Kwanzaa and using Angels as the sacred catalyst.

Kwanzaa is celebrated from 12-26-23 through 01-01-24

SKC
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