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The Wizard (Taken Part I)
Lustful dreams, kissed by the tongue of his infatuation
Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul, his rejuvenation
As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber
The ritual of my calling he beckons
Ecstasy resting, my skin tingling
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
Scorching love given by destiny’s morning entanglement
Mm… closing my eyes, I feel you my love
Receptive murmurs I speak to the dusk
Sluggish evolution of mighty hands
My body he draws upon ecstasy like a Picasso’s work of art
The addictive of my nakedness his tongue wanders upon the feast of my offering
Supplicatory affections as he merges his core unto me
I feel the textual heat of his needs exploring my scared tabernacle
Taking him in the notes of my ideology, debauchery faltering
Paralyzed to the asunder of my willingly suppleness donation
Laden desires of supine passion, the altar of my lips he sacrifices
Droplets of my life force filtering
The fountain unto the drought of his mouth, the taste of me he quenches
My hand, planted upon his crown of glory
Draining me, ever so slowly
His migration into my temple I open without regards of submission
Lips, worshipping my skin, from feet to head
Back arched, legs spread for the invitation to join me in the bed of our fornicate
In the crest of my wayward the moans of surrendering
Oh…baby, surrendering in his gliding endearment
Back clenched, bed rattling
Moans carried on the wind
The silence of sweat droplets landing
Cum unto me, my love
Waves of rapture, embedding deep inside
Spiraling in the abyss of my sanctum
My skin awakened in the anticipation
Bathing my skin with splashes of his nocturnal scent
In the beginning of time, transfixed
The enticement, the lure, taking me captive, in the ancient scrolls, seducing me
He who wears the reminisce of my name
Leaping into the cathedral of time
Hasten kisses, tongues wrapping
Mms… and awws… fusing, escaping
Nipples languidly lapped, sweet mercy echoing in its soft calling
Lust opening and gripping
Finding my awaiting flesh to his midnight calling
Transference of energy, my skin the sidereal plane of his odious terminus
Body tightly covet, hardness trembling
The feeling of yes, roaring
Sinking, circling
The sticky flush of such beautiful sound, felt, sighed
Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul, his rejuvenation
As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber
The ritual of my calling he beckons
Ecstasy resting, my skin tingling
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
Scorching love given by destiny’s morning entanglement
Mm… closing my eyes, I feel you my love
Receptive murmurs I speak to the dusk
Sluggish evolution of mighty hands
My body he draws upon ecstasy like a Picasso’s work of art
The addictive of my nakedness his tongue wanders upon the feast of my offering
Supplicatory affections as he merges his core unto me
I feel the textual heat of his needs exploring my scared tabernacle
Taking him in the notes of my ideology, debauchery faltering
Paralyzed to the asunder of my willingly suppleness donation
Laden desires of supine passion, the altar of my lips he sacrifices
Droplets of my life force filtering
The fountain unto the drought of his mouth, the taste of me he quenches
My hand, planted upon his crown of glory
Draining me, ever so slowly
His migration into my temple I open without regards of submission
Lips, worshipping my skin, from feet to head
Back arched, legs spread for the invitation to join me in the bed of our fornicate
In the crest of my wayward the moans of surrendering
Oh…baby, surrendering in his gliding endearment
Back clenched, bed rattling
Moans carried on the wind
The silence of sweat droplets landing
Cum unto me, my love
Waves of rapture, embedding deep inside
Spiraling in the abyss of my sanctum
My skin awakened in the anticipation
Bathing my skin with splashes of his nocturnal scent
In the beginning of time, transfixed
The enticement, the lure, taking me captive, in the ancient scrolls, seducing me
He who wears the reminisce of my name
Leaping into the cathedral of time
Hasten kisses, tongues wrapping
Mms… and awws… fusing, escaping
Nipples languidly lapped, sweet mercy echoing in its soft calling
Lust opening and gripping
Finding my awaiting flesh to his midnight calling
Transference of energy, my skin the sidereal plane of his odious terminus
Body tightly covet, hardness trembling
The feeling of yes, roaring
Sinking, circling
The sticky flush of such beautiful sound, felt, sighed
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