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Mmm.. He Keeps Me Softly Pollinated
He is my love, when I glance into his eyes, I swear I see the path to Heaven’s glory
In his arms, I feel the pulsate of my heart
The sunrise in his touch, the hotness of his breath
Laced with kisses all over my neck
He is the hushed soft melody of my heart
Silhouettes moving to the cadence of such a soulful tune
The symphony of our minds in sync
Heart strokes gently plucked
Feeling the poetic tenderness of his strings, pounding at the percussion of my inner Chi
Serenading me softly with his desired songs
Reviving me with each touch, weakening from the taste of his harmonic passion
My unheard music lays bare for him to play, echoing my sentiments as my body sings out
Gentle hands turning the sheet music of my temple, virginal with each new page of my essence he glances upon
His eyes never wavering in each heated passionate stroke, tapping the soft keys of me, fine tuning all my soft places
His palm on the crown of my symphonic engagement
Feeling his jazz notes echoing, as I’m blowing on his horn
Love notes belting out for his private audience’s ears
Heightened with each vibration of its high-pitched crescendo
Taking his kingdom to the peninsula, hearing his baritone voice greet the skies in its sole pleasure
The extension of his soul releasing, singing his gratification in a cappella
His naked emotions lay claim to the instrument of my inner temple
The infusing of his sanctuary instilled within the sheet music of our rapture
Playing the beautiful lyrics of my heart, mind, souls humming the bass of emotions in union
From his soul, a handsome maestro, conducting a composed sacred revival of my desires
Playing me to the wondrous of his touch, his whispered breath
My lips he tastes as drowning, blending, in the sound of our divine music
His fingers tapping so gently over the sheer muse of my wet suppleness
Giving my praises unto his standing ovation
Anchored and blending the sultry calling of a whispered encore
In his arms, I feel the pulsate of my heart
The sunrise in his touch, the hotness of his breath
Laced with kisses all over my neck
He is the hushed soft melody of my heart
Silhouettes moving to the cadence of such a soulful tune
The symphony of our minds in sync
Heart strokes gently plucked
Feeling the poetic tenderness of his strings, pounding at the percussion of my inner Chi
Serenading me softly with his desired songs
Reviving me with each touch, weakening from the taste of his harmonic passion
My unheard music lays bare for him to play, echoing my sentiments as my body sings out
Gentle hands turning the sheet music of my temple, virginal with each new page of my essence he glances upon
His eyes never wavering in each heated passionate stroke, tapping the soft keys of me, fine tuning all my soft places
His palm on the crown of my symphonic engagement
Feeling his jazz notes echoing, as I’m blowing on his horn
Love notes belting out for his private audience’s ears
Heightened with each vibration of its high-pitched crescendo
Taking his kingdom to the peninsula, hearing his baritone voice greet the skies in its sole pleasure
The extension of his soul releasing, singing his gratification in a cappella
His naked emotions lay claim to the instrument of my inner temple
The infusing of his sanctuary instilled within the sheet music of our rapture
Playing the beautiful lyrics of my heart, mind, souls humming the bass of emotions in union
From his soul, a handsome maestro, conducting a composed sacred revival of my desires
Playing me to the wondrous of his touch, his whispered breath
My lips he tastes as drowning, blending, in the sound of our divine music
His fingers tapping so gently over the sheer muse of my wet suppleness
Giving my praises unto his standing ovation
Anchored and blending the sultry calling of a whispered encore
Published 1st Mar 2024
Author's Note
The stars that have most glory have no rest.
Samuel Daniel
Samuel Daniel
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1st Mar 2024 2:27am
A guy who use a flower all over your bodyand gives you orgasmic bliss is very hot. Keep on writing my Queen.
1st Mar 2024 4:06am
Love the musical metaphors of this sensual piece. Favourite pair of verses (for the double-entendres)
His palm on the crown of my symphonic engagement
Feeling his jazz notes echoing, as I’m blowing on his horn
Love notes belting out for his private audience’s ears
Heightened with each vibration of its high-pitched crescendo
Taking his kingdom to the peninsula, hearing his baritone voice greet the skies in its sole pleasure
The extension of his soul releasing, singing his gratification in a cappella
His naked emotions lay claim to the instrument of my inner temple
The infusing of his sanctuary instilled within the sheet music of our rapture
Playing the beautiful lyrics of my heart, mind, souls humming the bass of emotions in union
From his soul, a handsome maestro, conducting a composed sacred revival of my desires
His palm on the crown of my symphonic engagement
Feeling his jazz notes echoing, as I’m blowing on his horn
Love notes belting out for his private audience’s ears
Heightened with each vibration of its high-pitched crescendo
Taking his kingdom to the peninsula, hearing his baritone voice greet the skies in its sole pleasure
The extension of his soul releasing, singing his gratification in a cappella
His naked emotions lay claim to the instrument of my inner temple
The infusing of his sanctuary instilled within the sheet music of our rapture
Playing the beautiful lyrics of my heart, mind, souls humming the bass of emotions in union
From his soul, a handsome maestro, conducting a composed sacred revival of my desires
1st Mar 2024 12:07pm
A lovely write that plays those high notes of sensuality in a truly engaging arrangement. The music of those blended bodies can create a symphony, indeed.
"Silhouettes moving to the cadence of such a soulful tune
The symphony of our minds in sync"
Those notes, like phantom strokes, to the senses and building.
"Reviving me with each touch, weakening from the taste of his harmonic passion
My unheard music lays bare for him to play, echoing my sentiments as my body sings out
Gentle hands turning the sheet music of my temple, virginal with each new page of my essence he glances upon
His eyes never wavering in each heated passionate stroke, tapping the soft keys of me, fine tuning all my soft places"
An enjoyable suggestion in the offering of that instrument of pleasure, so inviting to him to be played.
Another seductive composition, both musically and intimately.
"Silhouettes moving to the cadence of such a soulful tune
The symphony of our minds in sync"
Those notes, like phantom strokes, to the senses and building.
"Reviving me with each touch, weakening from the taste of his harmonic passion
My unheard music lays bare for him to play, echoing my sentiments as my body sings out
Gentle hands turning the sheet music of my temple, virginal with each new page of my essence he glances upon
His eyes never wavering in each heated passionate stroke, tapping the soft keys of me, fine tuning all my soft places"
An enjoyable suggestion in the offering of that instrument of pleasure, so inviting to him to be played.
Another seductive composition, both musically and intimately.
2nd Mar 2024 1:04pm
3rd Mar 2024 3:34pm
