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Mm.. Midnight At The Oasis
Arched rainbows cover the skies
That spiritual element when he parts these melanin toned thighs
The abyss lays open before me
He softly whispers in my ear as he gyrates deeper inside for that beautiful tease
This Angel Queen, a Yoruba Goddess who has his heart, covets that mind to the powers that be
Our intellects thrive in union, not upon windows panes, give it sunshine, devoid to ever grow weary
Oh, my love, a tender caress, spoken words of spiritual incantations, to ease the famine of such a long awaited dreary
An explosion from the eighth dimension we are beyond the graven lands of chaos
Wayward steps, unto the winds, divine aspirations, salutations, no bitterness to declare of its loss
Upon my bosom, he spills his dreams, his wishes, upon my fountain, as he sniffs all up on this sultry coin toss
He lures my intellect, my emotions felt, resting our magic carpet ride into unknown dimensions.
Bark arched, oh yes… I know he loves me, already stated, if I never have mentioned
Shh… close your eyes, my love, inhale me in, the stars, we are the skies, ordained for us within this beautiful life
Rest my love, no more, misbeliefs from bitter strife, tears of bait from rift rife
I feel like a sultry marionette in the palms of his hands
A Creole woman, my French seductive whispers to his ear who feels his vibe, feeding his desires, he understands
Within the temple of our stardust, the Sun the Moon, we soar as a stratospheric force
Mental loving, getting satisfied off this butter rum it's the only choice
Our strings are bound as we walk without ill will
Lying in my bed, my poetic love, getting addicted off my creamy spills
My head goes one way, mmm… my legs the other
Yes... it works for me under the covers
My climatic peaks
My soul unto him my essence seeps
My moans, his mouth cover while in my sweeten peach
My intellect, the cocoon of my being, I preach
My love, as he releases unto me, as we both in the height of glory reach
I've entered sacred grounds
Yes…deeper my love he consoles, a rare love in him I’ve found
We've opened Pandora's box without intention
The beginning, ending we are the Hebrew maze of destines, our own divine extensions
Adoration sealed, you can smell our ecstasy for eyes glimpsing in
No apple to bite, I am the light, the dark, my heart captivated from why back when, mm… then again
I am here loving him from the strands upon his head, way past his muscular knees, inside me what a please
If only I could go back and correct mankind’s sin
The irony is to make stronger as rapture for us we begin
Shh…passion has now been awoken
Sailing on the bliss as spoken, given unto him as a consecrated token
He’d lay himself down to be my blanket
Sure, you would my love, my words, my supple yearns, listening to his groans as love we make it
The shelter for those cold moments
Mmm... my loving putting him in asexual coma
Awakening him with my sweet smelling aroma
My love screams out, will he hear my call
He is but a man, made in the will of Yoshua's image, without unity, we fall
A love that withers the elements of time, yet stands, proud and tall
Mm.. Midnight At The Oasis
That spiritual element when he parts these melanin toned thighs
The abyss lays open before me
He softly whispers in my ear as he gyrates deeper inside for that beautiful tease
This Angel Queen, a Yoruba Goddess who has his heart, covets that mind to the powers that be
Our intellects thrive in union, not upon windows panes, give it sunshine, devoid to ever grow weary
Oh, my love, a tender caress, spoken words of spiritual incantations, to ease the famine of such a long awaited dreary
An explosion from the eighth dimension we are beyond the graven lands of chaos
Wayward steps, unto the winds, divine aspirations, salutations, no bitterness to declare of its loss
Upon my bosom, he spills his dreams, his wishes, upon my fountain, as he sniffs all up on this sultry coin toss
He lures my intellect, my emotions felt, resting our magic carpet ride into unknown dimensions.
Bark arched, oh yes… I know he loves me, already stated, if I never have mentioned
Shh… close your eyes, my love, inhale me in, the stars, we are the skies, ordained for us within this beautiful life
Rest my love, no more, misbeliefs from bitter strife, tears of bait from rift rife
I feel like a sultry marionette in the palms of his hands
A Creole woman, my French seductive whispers to his ear who feels his vibe, feeding his desires, he understands
Within the temple of our stardust, the Sun the Moon, we soar as a stratospheric force
Mental loving, getting satisfied off this butter rum it's the only choice
Our strings are bound as we walk without ill will
Lying in my bed, my poetic love, getting addicted off my creamy spills
My head goes one way, mmm… my legs the other
Yes... it works for me under the covers
My climatic peaks
My soul unto him my essence seeps
My moans, his mouth cover while in my sweeten peach
My intellect, the cocoon of my being, I preach
My love, as he releases unto me, as we both in the height of glory reach
I've entered sacred grounds
Yes…deeper my love he consoles, a rare love in him I’ve found
We've opened Pandora's box without intention
The beginning, ending we are the Hebrew maze of destines, our own divine extensions
Adoration sealed, you can smell our ecstasy for eyes glimpsing in
No apple to bite, I am the light, the dark, my heart captivated from why back when, mm… then again
I am here loving him from the strands upon his head, way past his muscular knees, inside me what a please
If only I could go back and correct mankind’s sin
The irony is to make stronger as rapture for us we begin
Shh…passion has now been awoken
Sailing on the bliss as spoken, given unto him as a consecrated token
He’d lay himself down to be my blanket
Sure, you would my love, my words, my supple yearns, listening to his groans as love we make it
The shelter for those cold moments
Mmm... my loving putting him in asexual coma
Awakening him with my sweet smelling aroma
My love screams out, will he hear my call
He is but a man, made in the will of Yoshua's image, without unity, we fall
A love that withers the elements of time, yet stands, proud and tall
Mm.. Midnight At The Oasis
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