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Lose Yourself In My Whisper
Dear Diary,
Mm… if I let you make slow and passionate love to me tonight handsome man
Giving ‘You’ the only chance
Are you that whisper, who’ve I’ve waited for, who will give me a part of your world
The mother of your pearls
Whispering me your salvation, granting me your promises, devoid of pressure or demands
Would you know what I like by the softness you hear in my voice
Telling me you like my lacy teddy of blue, for you, no other can compare by choice
I’m scared to place both feet forward to believe, taking your hand, yet, allowing you to lead
Serenading me on your knees by the craft of your jazz sounds
My name has a tune behind it, nowhere else to be found
Looking down into my eyes, stealing a kiss, pulling me into his embrace to the feel of tonight’s wish
Clothes disappearing in a matter of time
Laying me down on his bed, licking around his lips for the thought of Nirvana nestled between my thighs
Intake of breath, and he has not even caressed my skin yet, all through dinner his swag keeping my satin panties wet
Can not advert my eyes with the man who stands, crawling over me, opening my legs, knowing he now has me in the palm of his hands
French kissing, teasing the soft folds of my clit, smearing the taste of me around my lips
Holding my hands at my sides, conjuring the feeling when desires and rapture collide
He dominates the wants of my ecstasy
Tongue flicking my nipples the need for him to complete me, coming on stronger as he please
I hear the music of his soul playing so loud, its charismatic, so clear
He is the instrument of my temple’s percussion, the love notes of his magnetic sentiments takes my mind past the stratosphere
Oh, sweet mercy, legs opening wider, arrogant in knowing he’s the only man who could make this pussy squirt, my body twerk, without any work
Midnight loving, I can see, softy bite, taste, the aroma of his lust, I can smell, his scent is something I like
Rolling me over onto my side, his favorite position, scissor style
Kissing my lips, while sliding his arousal in and out
Making this night worth our while, mm...no doubt
Rolling onto his back
For that honey creamy pie, the wet appetizer before the snack
Quickly placing me on top of him, without further ado
His palm rolling down my abdomen, a finger delving all up inside my juicy food
Gyration, loving his digit stimulation, a climatic gushing from dick starvation
Mm... rubbing my cunt juices on my neck, each lick upon my skin, his finger stroking felt
Sinking deeper, moaning to the Heavens, tongue anchoring in my ear, making me melt
Circling my slit, sitting up, holding his erection, sliding my silken walls down, mm... oh yes
Both of us falling to the abyss of euphoric bliss
This woman, who hypes him up for
Led by ecstasy when my clothes he rips off once he closes the door
Lifting me up, sometimes we cannot make it to get up off the floor
Anytime for that angry passion
Weakening me with each dick thrashing, tongue lashing
I need help
Copyright©SKC-2024
Mm… if I let you make slow and passionate love to me tonight handsome man
Giving ‘You’ the only chance
Are you that whisper, who’ve I’ve waited for, who will give me a part of your world
The mother of your pearls
Whispering me your salvation, granting me your promises, devoid of pressure or demands
Would you know what I like by the softness you hear in my voice
Telling me you like my lacy teddy of blue, for you, no other can compare by choice
I’m scared to place both feet forward to believe, taking your hand, yet, allowing you to lead
Serenading me on your knees by the craft of your jazz sounds
My name has a tune behind it, nowhere else to be found
Looking down into my eyes, stealing a kiss, pulling me into his embrace to the feel of tonight’s wish
Clothes disappearing in a matter of time
Laying me down on his bed, licking around his lips for the thought of Nirvana nestled between my thighs
Intake of breath, and he has not even caressed my skin yet, all through dinner his swag keeping my satin panties wet
Can not advert my eyes with the man who stands, crawling over me, opening my legs, knowing he now has me in the palm of his hands
French kissing, teasing the soft folds of my clit, smearing the taste of me around my lips
Holding my hands at my sides, conjuring the feeling when desires and rapture collide
He dominates the wants of my ecstasy
Tongue flicking my nipples the need for him to complete me, coming on stronger as he please
I hear the music of his soul playing so loud, its charismatic, so clear
He is the instrument of my temple’s percussion, the love notes of his magnetic sentiments takes my mind past the stratosphere
Oh, sweet mercy, legs opening wider, arrogant in knowing he’s the only man who could make this pussy squirt, my body twerk, without any work
Midnight loving, I can see, softy bite, taste, the aroma of his lust, I can smell, his scent is something I like
Rolling me over onto my side, his favorite position, scissor style
Kissing my lips, while sliding his arousal in and out
Making this night worth our while, mm...no doubt
Rolling onto his back
For that honey creamy pie, the wet appetizer before the snack
Quickly placing me on top of him, without further ado
His palm rolling down my abdomen, a finger delving all up inside my juicy food
Gyration, loving his digit stimulation, a climatic gushing from dick starvation
Mm... rubbing my cunt juices on my neck, each lick upon my skin, his finger stroking felt
Sinking deeper, moaning to the Heavens, tongue anchoring in my ear, making me melt
Circling my slit, sitting up, holding his erection, sliding my silken walls down, mm... oh yes
Both of us falling to the abyss of euphoric bliss
This woman, who hypes him up for
Led by ecstasy when my clothes he rips off once he closes the door
Lifting me up, sometimes we cannot make it to get up off the floor
Anytime for that angry passion
Weakening me with each dick thrashing, tongue lashing
I need help
Copyright©SKC-2024
Published 23rd Jan 2024
| Edited 24th Jan 2024
Author's Note
Sunlight is painting.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
This is the introduction to my three-part series of 'The Couch'. Can a Sapiosexual be healed...this ought to be ...interesting.
SKC
Nathaniel Hawthorne
This is the introduction to my three-part series of 'The Couch'. Can a Sapiosexual be healed...this ought to be ...interesting.
SKC
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23rd Jan 2024 8:32pm
This is a beautiful read, very vivid and descriptive piece. I love it. I'm still trying to digest it again.
24th Jan 2024 2:36am
I will humbly accept that worthy praise, my poet and thank you for taking the time to visit my canvas the appearance of your poetic blessing.
I do hope weather there is favorite for this time of year, and I am wising for an encouraging Wednesday.
I do hope weather there is favorite for this time of year, and I am wising for an encouraging Wednesday.
23rd Jan 2024 10:05pm
24th Jan 2024 2:38am
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and the great comments that you have left behind.
Its late therefore, I am wishing you a restful Tuesday night and a serene Wednesday.
Its late therefore, I am wishing you a restful Tuesday night and a serene Wednesday.
24th Jan 2024 2:57am
I hear your whispering in the night. As I sat and watch the flickering light. You make heart so bright, I feel the softness of your hands, woman you make love feel so right. I love you like wetness loves me the rain. Your love is falling on my head chasing away the pain. I cannot wait to kiss your lips, sail your ocean in my big mighty ship. And slip into your sweet honey dip. And become the sweet melody that sway your hips. I am going to be the ecstasy, that makes you trip. I'm the love gymnastic that make you flip. Because I have more swag, than Trump money bags. My body will become your play ground as we play tag. My Queen you are sweet and so fine. I am so yours and you are so mine . And to every man that pursues you. I'm that gun line. My Queen I am your lion in the mist.
24th Jan 2024 4:25am
Well now, what a rush of caressing words composed with peaks of perfection in honoring my poetic prose.
I appreciate your collage of soothing melodic high vibrations enveloping words, great for the heart and uplifting to the mind my King.
It is always a blessing to have you whisper on my wall of grace.
Enjoy your Tuesday and have a successful Wednesday.
I appreciate your collage of soothing melodic high vibrations enveloping words, great for the heart and uplifting to the mind my King.
It is always a blessing to have you whisper on my wall of grace.
Enjoy your Tuesday and have a successful Wednesday.
24th Jan 2024 11:13pm
This is really good. A sensual, enthralling piece. You are a talented poet/story teller.
25th Jan 2024 1:48am
You are so gracious my poet to inscribe upon my canvas a collage of heartfelt words.
Thank you for taking the time, my poet, to read and I am bowing to you in gratitude for taking the time away from your creativity to honor mine, and I will repay the homage as time allow.
And welcome to DUP.
Enjoy the remainder of your Wednesday evening and have a remarkable Thursday in all you find your presence in.
Thank you for taking the time, my poet, to read and I am bowing to you in gratitude for taking the time away from your creativity to honor mine, and I will repay the homage as time allow.
And welcome to DUP.
Enjoy the remainder of your Wednesday evening and have a remarkable Thursday in all you find your presence in.
25th Jan 2024 00:01am
25th Jan 2024 1:52am
Sizzling hot huh... I will take that scorching comparison and thank you for taking time to read and the comment in tow.
Enjoy the remainder of your evening and upon your Grand Rising, may your day unfold with lots of universal spiritual offerings.
Enjoy the remainder of your evening and upon your Grand Rising, may your day unfold with lots of universal spiritual offerings.
25th Jan 2024 5:47am
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