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Returned Unto Eden (Genesis)
A moment in time where hearts know no bounds
Desires of affection of unforgotten yearns
Blind hearts burning the flames of silken sheets
Soaked with crimes of instilled passion
Stirs so strong, weakness asunder we fall
Whispers cry out in the calling of the still night
Weakened moans, grunted groans
Echoing of denied needs
Sacred promises, oaths we bond with each thrust and uplift
Over the horizon pieces of me you beautifully merge
Over the rainbow broken remnants of you I am
Freedom in our movements we touch
Carnal passions staining our lips we taste
Bodies laid upon the altar of its lustful feast
My passage of rite opening wider for you
Dividing me for your insatiable hunger you sink
In a beautiful moment of time
Rapid heart rate excels
Kisses tenderly up my back
Soft whispers in the wind you ache for me
Inside me, deeply ensuing the core of my soul
Claiming me in the peak of rapture
Freefalling, surrendering, submitting
In the moment of time
Yours to take, wetting, bathing your promises deep within the depth of my temple
Lay upon me the reminisce of yesterday
Steal my breath today
Lock me in the oasis of you of your bone marrow
Cradled me softly in blanket of your psyche
Inhaling, closing our eyes
Fusing
Moving
Mm... such tender whispers, such tender sentiments
Esoteric yearns accosting the dewiness of my lips
The inching back, then the submitting my will to the contour of your thrusting gift
Moving in Heavenly glory
Pulling me into the famish of your thirst
My soul you sip upon, drinking in my resistance
My eyes closed, I see you, I taste, inhaling the beguiling aroma of you
In the Moments of Time
Moving so gently inside me
Pieces of me scattered, mended,
Unto ethereal the softness of my vibes, my je ne sais quoi
Scattered unto the winds
Captured when awoken
Passion softy patrolling in the present
In the quiet of his affection, alluring, mm.. he’s memorizing
Surfing on the currents of my mind
Time or man cannot restore
Licking upon the divinity of my sweet abyss
Fingers laced, my body sealed inside your destiny escaping in the moments in time
Conjoining of minds, we ache
Harmonized until the last love note has been felt
Desires of affection of unforgotten yearns
Blind hearts burning the flames of silken sheets
Soaked with crimes of instilled passion
Stirs so strong, weakness asunder we fall
Whispers cry out in the calling of the still night
Weakened moans, grunted groans
Echoing of denied needs
Sacred promises, oaths we bond with each thrust and uplift
Over the horizon pieces of me you beautifully merge
Over the rainbow broken remnants of you I am
Freedom in our movements we touch
Carnal passions staining our lips we taste
Bodies laid upon the altar of its lustful feast
My passage of rite opening wider for you
Dividing me for your insatiable hunger you sink
In a beautiful moment of time
Rapid heart rate excels
Kisses tenderly up my back
Soft whispers in the wind you ache for me
Inside me, deeply ensuing the core of my soul
Claiming me in the peak of rapture
Freefalling, surrendering, submitting
In the moment of time
Yours to take, wetting, bathing your promises deep within the depth of my temple
Lay upon me the reminisce of yesterday
Steal my breath today
Lock me in the oasis of you of your bone marrow
Cradled me softly in blanket of your psyche
Inhaling, closing our eyes
Fusing
Moving
Mm... such tender whispers, such tender sentiments
Esoteric yearns accosting the dewiness of my lips
The inching back, then the submitting my will to the contour of your thrusting gift
Moving in Heavenly glory
Pulling me into the famish of your thirst
My soul you sip upon, drinking in my resistance
My eyes closed, I see you, I taste, inhaling the beguiling aroma of you
In the Moments of Time
Moving so gently inside me
Pieces of me scattered, mended,
Unto ethereal the softness of my vibes, my je ne sais quoi
Scattered unto the winds
Captured when awoken
Passion softy patrolling in the present
In the quiet of his affection, alluring, mm.. he’s memorizing
Surfing on the currents of my mind
Time or man cannot restore
Licking upon the divinity of my sweet abyss
Fingers laced, my body sealed inside your destiny escaping in the moments in time
Conjoining of minds, we ache
Harmonized until the last love note has been felt
Published 22nd Mar 2024
Author's Note
A wise woman wishes to be no one's enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone's victim.
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou
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22nd Mar 2024 11:08am
You certainly create that idyllic version of Eden in this offering. Such lovely visions of being naked in paradise.
The offering:
:My passage of rite opening wider for you
Dividing me for your insatiable hunger you sink"
And from there:
"Fusing
Moving
Mm... such tender whispers, such tender sentiments
Esoteric yearns accosting the dewiness of my lips
The inching back, then the submitting my will to the contour of your thrusting gift"
And of course:
"Licking upon the divinity of my sweet abyss"
There is a simplicity in relishing in the natural world of Eden and all it's wonders, which you have sketched out in full glory.
The offering:
:My passage of rite opening wider for you
Dividing me for your insatiable hunger you sink"
And from there:
"Fusing
Moving
Mm... such tender whispers, such tender sentiments
Esoteric yearns accosting the dewiness of my lips
The inching back, then the submitting my will to the contour of your thrusting gift"
And of course:
"Licking upon the divinity of my sweet abyss"
There is a simplicity in relishing in the natural world of Eden and all it's wonders, which you have sketched out in full glory.
24th Mar 2024 00:17am
You do know your words always feels like a soft caress to this poetess' skin and with great benefits, I might add, in addition, that sweet summary and the selection of your stanzas that softly blankets the mind.
I do bow to you for taking the time to breeze your eyes over my embracing words.
Enjoy your late Saturday evening, my tender poet, wherever you stand, may it be among great and like-minded people and in great cheer.💌
I do bow to you for taking the time to breeze your eyes over my embracing words.
Enjoy your late Saturday evening, my tender poet, wherever you stand, may it be among great and like-minded people and in great cheer.💌
22nd Mar 2024 1:24pm
My friend, if I knew this was to happen, we would never have left Eden in the first place just stayed what a sweet spill
24th Mar 2024 5:24am
Thank you for taking the time to read and then providing such an extravagant comment, my friend.
Allow the renewal of this Sunday to keep you at mental peace and wrapped the cradle of its serenity.
May your week be prosperous.
Allow the renewal of this Sunday to keep you at mental peace and wrapped the cradle of its serenity.
May your week be prosperous.
We are enjoying being naked and free in the garden of eden. Keep on writing my Queen.
24th Mar 2024 6:51am
I suppose one of Shakespearian lines somehow floated on a drift in time.
You may exhale and have a restful Sunday and makes sure you stop and smell the roses they may be same from the Garden Of Eden.
Enjoy the progression of your week as well.
You may exhale and have a restful Sunday and makes sure you stop and smell the roses they may be same from the Garden Of Eden.
Enjoy the progression of your week as well.
25th Mar 2024 10:01pm
22nd Mar 2024 7:54pm
A mystical sensuous piece. Favourite verse:
Fusing
Moving
Mm... such tender whispers, such tender sentiments
Esoteric yearns accosting the dewiness of my lips
The inching back, then the submitting my will to the contour of your thrusting gift
Eden is something my own thoughts hark back to.
Fusing
Moving
Mm... such tender whispers, such tender sentiments
Esoteric yearns accosting the dewiness of my lips
The inching back, then the submitting my will to the contour of your thrusting gift
Eden is something my own thoughts hark back to.
24th Mar 2024 6:55am
I must say, you have great taste in the selection of your words, and I sincerely thank you for engraving upon my canvas.
Grand Rising to you,
Enoy the unfolding of your Sunday.
Grand Rising to you,
Enoy the unfolding of your Sunday.
23rd Mar 2024 2:29pm
I could not have said it better
Making love is in the letters
For sure the shuffled cards, have all been dealt
Although it’s through the internet
I can feel my cock is wet
It is my fate that I have always felt
Making love is in the letters
For sure the shuffled cards, have all been dealt
Although it’s through the internet
I can feel my cock is wet
It is my fate that I have always felt
