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His Catalina
Mm... to whoever the tender energy of my embracing words my touch
I feel the softest faint of your aura ...
Slow down, relax, don’t rush
Can you be my diary page, just for one night
I heard your mind and the promises, your what if, when will the beginning of our souls meet
Come closer, yes, inch closer, pretty please
I want to curl up with the wonders of your stardust soul
Mm… whisper in your ear the linguistic of my divine scent, mystifying your phenomes
Cradling you against the sanctuary of my skin
The nature of your hard pressed philosophy, I need to feel it, deeper
Kneeling upon the blessed communion as you ease into the vortex of my soul
The essence of my Holy Grail saturating the purpose of my offerings
Closing my eyes, you relishing in my givings
Deafening thunder in the distance found in the absence of passion’s embrace
Into the nectar of my pulsate, I feel the galloping of your thrusting
Riding me like the wind galloping the wisp at your back
Over and over again
Into my sacred womb you squeeze in, pull out, then repeatedly penetrating
Wetting the layers of my mystique
Mm…you so close, my love
Oh, that feels like the calling of Heaven
Falling through the clouds, you catch me, kissing me on top of the stars
The illumination of the moon, I saw in the hypnotic beguiling of your eyes
My dopamine, gloving every inch of his Royale flush
With the power of my universal gush
Clenching you as you kiss me
You know you awoken and wanted to climb up in the Crown Charka and settle your lineage between my Creole thighs
Mm… I know you want to slide up in the pathway of my mind
It's a tender one
Buzzing your vibe all around my hive
My melanin mm… you like that chocolate dripping flavored taste
Meeting me all in the ingress of your intellect
No worries, from what I do see, mm..humm, and my eyes like what is erected
I can do wonders with that anticipate
Once you wallow through, my dreams, inspirations, and my wishes
And those love notes, you did not suppose to have seen that
That make up, I love, mmm.. his midnight snack
Did you read line eight
Oh yes, my love
At.at.at, my love slow down, this is some a creamy drool, much better when feening for the wait
I do love a man who has that quiet intellect, can stand on his oath, his word is his bond
And can still have him saying my name, say my name
Can talk me out my virtues
There goes, with the heat of his hot breath against, my neck, my liberations
He knows one taste of his poetic lips
I become his open book, thumb through me, my love
Mm... I love when he asks me to open my canvas wider for him to dip his quell inside and brushstroke me, soft, tender, with flogging kisses
Yes, he claps my wrists, his inner palm coveting in the lair of mine
Telling me his life stories, my hands, he positioned above my head
His dictation sinking into the soft folds, my scented petal, he saturates
The roar of his oceanic motion, gyrating those desires
Wrapping my legs around the surging of his delectable temptation
Mm.. once in the entanglement of his forevermore
On the sheets as we astral drift, in his bed no matter where, we are the gift
You have all my midnight salutations
Shh.. just show me, where you would like to stick yours
I feel the softest faint of your aura ...
Slow down, relax, don’t rush
Can you be my diary page, just for one night
I heard your mind and the promises, your what if, when will the beginning of our souls meet
Come closer, yes, inch closer, pretty please
I want to curl up with the wonders of your stardust soul
Mm… whisper in your ear the linguistic of my divine scent, mystifying your phenomes
Cradling you against the sanctuary of my skin
The nature of your hard pressed philosophy, I need to feel it, deeper
Kneeling upon the blessed communion as you ease into the vortex of my soul
The essence of my Holy Grail saturating the purpose of my offerings
Closing my eyes, you relishing in my givings
Deafening thunder in the distance found in the absence of passion’s embrace
Into the nectar of my pulsate, I feel the galloping of your thrusting
Riding me like the wind galloping the wisp at your back
Over and over again
Into my sacred womb you squeeze in, pull out, then repeatedly penetrating
Wetting the layers of my mystique
Mm…you so close, my love
Oh, that feels like the calling of Heaven
Falling through the clouds, you catch me, kissing me on top of the stars
The illumination of the moon, I saw in the hypnotic beguiling of your eyes
My dopamine, gloving every inch of his Royale flush
With the power of my universal gush
Clenching you as you kiss me
You know you awoken and wanted to climb up in the Crown Charka and settle your lineage between my Creole thighs
Mm… I know you want to slide up in the pathway of my mind
It's a tender one
Buzzing your vibe all around my hive
My melanin mm… you like that chocolate dripping flavored taste
Meeting me all in the ingress of your intellect
No worries, from what I do see, mm..humm, and my eyes like what is erected
I can do wonders with that anticipate
Once you wallow through, my dreams, inspirations, and my wishes
And those love notes, you did not suppose to have seen that
That make up, I love, mmm.. his midnight snack
Did you read line eight
Oh yes, my love
At.at.at, my love slow down, this is some a creamy drool, much better when feening for the wait
I do love a man who has that quiet intellect, can stand on his oath, his word is his bond
And can still have him saying my name, say my name
Can talk me out my virtues
There goes, with the heat of his hot breath against, my neck, my liberations
He knows one taste of his poetic lips
I become his open book, thumb through me, my love
Mm... I love when he asks me to open my canvas wider for him to dip his quell inside and brushstroke me, soft, tender, with flogging kisses
Yes, he claps my wrists, his inner palm coveting in the lair of mine
Telling me his life stories, my hands, he positioned above my head
His dictation sinking into the soft folds, my scented petal, he saturates
The roar of his oceanic motion, gyrating those desires
Wrapping my legs around the surging of his delectable temptation
Mm.. once in the entanglement of his forevermore
On the sheets as we astral drift, in his bed no matter where, we are the gift
You have all my midnight salutations
Shh.. just show me, where you would like to stick yours
Published 2nd Mar 2024
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Theodore Roosevelt
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2nd Mar 2024 10:07am
I read your lines, they satiate
I must go now and masturbate
They draw me to your Creole cunt
Excuse me if I'm being blunt
I must go now and masturbate
They draw me to your Creole cunt
Excuse me if I'm being blunt
2nd Mar 2024 1:14pm
Wow, poetess - that was an immediate rise-inducing read! If that is only one diary page, one can only imagine the wealth of pleasures on those others.
This passage is bliss:
"Mm… I know you want to slide up in the pathway of my mind
It's a tender one
Buzzing your vibe all around my hive
My melanin mm… you like that chocolate dripping flavored taste
Meeting me all in the ingress of your intellect
No worries, from what I do see, mm..humm, and my eyes like what is erected
I can do wonders with that anticipate"
Mercy, that tease certainly delivers a stroke where it counts. ;)
And that availabilty perfectly illustrated in this line: "I become his open book, thumb through me, my love "
I would deem this a most successful seduction of body and mind!
This passage is bliss:
"Mm… I know you want to slide up in the pathway of my mind
It's a tender one
Buzzing your vibe all around my hive
My melanin mm… you like that chocolate dripping flavored taste
Meeting me all in the ingress of your intellect
No worries, from what I do see, mm..humm, and my eyes like what is erected
I can do wonders with that anticipate"
Mercy, that tease certainly delivers a stroke where it counts. ;)
And that availabilty perfectly illustrated in this line: "I become his open book, thumb through me, my love "
I would deem this a most successful seduction of body and mind!
2nd Mar 2024 7:59pm
The words of poetry are your language of love which is burning me up inside. Keep on writing my Queen.
3rd Mar 2024 3:46pm
I hope you do not mind if I use your words in how I feel are the sweetest of all
Wetting the layers of my mystique
Mm…you so close, my love
Oh, that feels like the calling of Heaven
Falling through the clouds, you catch me, kissing me on top of the stars
The illumination of the moon, I saw in the hypnotic beguiling of your eyes
Wetting the layers of my mystique
Mm…you so close, my love
Oh, that feels like the calling of Heaven
Falling through the clouds, you catch me, kissing me on top of the stars
The illumination of the moon, I saw in the hypnotic beguiling of your eyes
