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A Midnight Watery Oasis With Langston Hughes

Come join me in our earthy oasis where time stands still † †
Moorish man in the energy of creation † †  
Room enough for two weary souls mentally regenerating† †
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I like where you place your tongue † †  
Betwixt my thighs † †
If I flutter my eyes close † †
In the privacy of undulated darkness † †
Can I feel your touch † †
†† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † Do you crave my taste † †
Manifesting your dirty wishes all over my body † †
Seeking my garden of approval † †  
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The sashay in my words, groomed for only you † †
The imprisonment of my skin under yours † †
Writing, peeking, my stilettoes, seeking † † †
You are a five star wishing, silently in the stars poetic stalking † †
Mm.. I get turned, finger worshipping when I feel you straight to me walking † †
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You love that sacred H2o to wash all over you † †
Cleansing your House Of Chakras † †  
Before you sink back down into the murky depths of reality † †
Weighing me down on the bliss of its foray † †
Serenading the uplifting of my womb with each of your downward thrusts † †
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Calling out my name as you covet my sugar walls † †  
The enticement of my wetness as rose petals you follow † †
Taking you overboard † †
The scent of my desires keeping you galloping † †
The cries of my needs you climb, soothing the ache inside me deeper † †
Losing myself in his greedy aggression † †
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His shallow breaths labored, crooning to my naked flesh † †
The metamorphoses of lust to craving consuming you, me † †
In the cocoon of our warmth blessed by the covet of our sheets † †
Mmm.. kissing his muscular chest wall † †
His soul bathing in the ingress of my pinkish salvation † †
Mm..hummm † †
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Yes.. yes.. my love... overdosing on his drug induced Nirvana' infusion † †  
Paradise in the making, love in the dewiness of its creation † †
Mm.. kiss my lips, my love, expose my soul to the seconds counted in your of time † †
Here as we lay † †
Our bodies twined in a gift of soaked gratitude † †
Tongues speaking, wearing the aroma of your mumbled speech in my mouth † †
Before you take possession of it in the sematic of your pleasurable fetish †
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I am not being naughty, mmm.. † †  
With you, this is nice † †
You soul sinking deeper holding my legs up in the air † †
Tapping at that oozing butta love spot, go on and naughty me up † †
My gyrating cunt gloving the harden length, milking the esoteric vibing of his elixir † †
Meandering all over me, branding me † †
Easing back and forth into the center of my Creole soufflť † †  
Oh..la..la, whipping it real good, yes, itís that sweeten appeal † †
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Softly moaning in the height of this weakening pleasure † †
Sealing the flavor of his pheromones. † †
The satisfaction of us in the nasty stirring of this † †  
Coursing through him, coursing through me † †
Lowering his body on the altar of my wanton depravity †  
Taking reins of my femininity †
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for him to be inside me, I feen † †
for him to move inside me, I surrender † †
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Looking down into my eyes † †
Toying with the widening passage of my lust † †
My spike nails clenching, him indenting his skin † †
In the state of a hot feeling fusing us, pushing us † †
Those churning juices of our minds, hearts spun into those suctioning love juices † †
Feeling good, mm... real good † †
The quicker he moves, the faster my trickles kiss his width † †
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His head thrown back in his meditated vibe † †
Bathing, in my pools of ecstasy bringing us closer, and closer † †
His mouth finding a nipple † †
Piercing the conscious of my core † †
Skin rubbing against skin releasing all † †
†† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †those sexual sounds † †
The whiff of us, sailing under our nostrils † †  
Drifting, ascending into the cozmic † †
Bitting down on my bottom lip, my hips up and down shifting † †  
His mighty hands, palming my curves † †
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Pulling me into you † †
ahhhh.. † †  
Pressing you down into me † †
mmmm.. † †
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Labored cessations, rapid heart rates conjoined in the moment † †
Harkening unto us as the time of our infinity stands still † †
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Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 11th Feb 2024
Author's Note
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes

Celebrating African American Heritage Month
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