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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
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
Only passions, great passions can elevate the soul to great things.

Denis Diderot
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