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Oh, Dear Diary


 
I harken to the murmurs of the virile man who has stolen my breaths
The core of my temple blending, our hearts mending, desires sending †
Mesmerized by his sweet whispers, his kisses, God they make me melt
His persona, his charismatic charms, uplifts my intellect †

How do you measure the distance of time †
When the touches of love has moved beyond the glasses of wine
Walking in the shadows of passion when the heart, mind, and soul is perfectly aligned
The beautiful endurance the heart has taken to willingly comply

Blushing and thinking, oh my, Cupidís arrow, I love the directional aim of it enticing surmise
Only you knew of this gifted surprise
Sultriness felt all over my Chi, mm.. echoing the whispers to the skies
He has my existence penned, the scent of him drives me wild
In Karmaís lifetime no longer can I deny fate, I refuse to remain still
Who really negates the essence of love, when destiny bends to its surrendering will

I thought I knew me, his masterful seduction, adding in the fusing of my pleasure †
Yet, Iím highly addicted to his nightly thrills, while channeling my weather
A naked prey I have become when this handsome predator is deep inside me
Sniffing over my skin, licking inside my ear, cupping my buttocks...oh sweet mercy.. yes I am the tease †
Soaking in his crime of passion, defenseless, ice chips rolling over my lips, a kiss to catch the drips
Then toppling the pleasure with his mouth coveting my warm tit
Wrists clasped above my head, our legs entwined, I am his need †
Devouring my senses, my body his to appease

Shifting bodies, scaling the heights of runaway passion
My cunt tightening around his hard girth, scratching his skin in the throne of his thrashing †
His mouth smothering my lips
Hungry for his tongue-to-tongue sloppy kiss

MmÖ given my all to the infinity of him, this, an Adonis bliss
Soft love notes to encounter, soothed by the feel, falling into a catatonia mental drift †
Blanketing, enwrapping me in a beautiful reminisce, riding the waves of the cosmic
I think this may be it
Iíve ran out of Ďwhy meí stubborn in his pursuit to walk away in his persist †
My mind, my heart, he upholds the regality of my tender soul
To kiss the comforts of goodbye when sacred blessings in his absence brings the warmth  
 
MmmÖ Dear Diary, I cannot wait until tomorrow when I taste me off the ecstasy of his breath, as my honey scent ingrains into the saturation of his facial hairs

Written by SweetKittyCat5
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It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.

Confucius
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