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The River King (Whispers From The Waterloo)

The Waterloo  
Deep Below Sea Level  
 
Closing my eyes, inhaling once again the assurance from his touch    
Tenderly cradled in the Nirvana of his warmth, tie sanding still captive me in no rush        
Pastoring unto the wisdom of my eager alluring soul          
Obsession, lust, his hard passion to the window of my aura he consoles    
Blanketing my heart, making love to upon the silk sheets of my asunder intellect      
The purity of my soul, his innovation felt  
His beckoning voice echoes in the galaxy makes my seven chakras wet, my Crown mystique he softly melt  
Bodies colliding in the entwine of midnight oasis      
The entanglement of our nebulas blending in the bliss    
        
The ritual of my calling he beckons to my soft sense of joviality        
The silent introduction of his wanted touch, yearned, craved loving his metaphoric tease  
My skin tingling upon the anticipation      
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar this is eh will of our creation        
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull        
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, my honey a stratosphere savoring spoonful      
Slowly dispensing the cloth of deterred hindrance      
My salvation, his deliverance      
   
My River King, I hear your voice throughout the cosmic as you my love kisses upon your cheek far and wide  
Close your eyes, and allow me to covet your mind until you can feel my inhale as our exhale breathlessly collide  
Yes, dip your hard quill deep into your ink and gift the softness of my mind  
Savoring the taste of me from off your lips, feening for my whispers, my soft purrs  
Resonating at dusk, enticing you in my fragranced sheets in prime time  
I had a dream last night you made the essence of my aura softly cream    
Making the most tender love to your chin, slopping your beard    
Mm... leaving traces of me in your saturated strands, sniff under your nose knowing you were here    
   
Whispers in my ear throughout the night    
His teeth, softly teasing my earlobe… Oh, God once he eases into my soul, his presence feels so right    
The equilibrium to my mind he balances when the duality of our minds is on a spiritual flight  
Was it the words you sing to me like an arrogant hummingbird    
Tip toeing around my Chi… yet your desires are always heard  
No need to ever guess, no need to ask the tender winds of the Earth  
Fire and Air is the cosmic kiss to the afterlife of evolution’s worth  
      
Flipping the covers back licking my fingers than sliding them inside my kitty cat    
I felt a soft caress to my cheek    
Where virtual and reality has come to meet    
I heard you summoning for me    
Tonight, my back arched, mm... he taste of thee    
Tendering worshipping my persona… my eyes in rapid eye movement    
The feel of his tongue swirling over my soft folds, this is meant    
Dazing me in my slumber    
He’s winter and I’m summer    
He plays my mind likes he’s savored my passion in the fifth wonder    
          
He leaned over and lifted a vine of soft grapes, and placed them between my mounds        
He leaned his face inward and bit into the fruit licking the juices as it rivered down  
Then transferring the pulp as our tongues hungrily entwined        
Holding the sides of my face... his saliva now my sweeten taste    
Engulfed in his mind keeps me moist for the wait  
He fulfils my sacred Candyland now as before  
I need him inside my honeypot even more          
      
Standing… lifting me in haste, wrapping my legs around his back, his lips overtaking mine, losing himself in rebirth of my mind        
Running back to his bedroom, tongues fighting for superiority upon the dueling as rapture our bodies seeking to find    
Oh, this man smells soooo good    
Bedazzling me knowing he’s about to give me a sticking of his royal hard wood          
   
The pain of absenteeism, his raw pleasure have me doing anything to have him deep inside    
Once he palmed the mattress, feening for the slicken glide        
He keeps me on the edge of climaxing pleasing me while circling once the silhouette of our ancient soul beautifully collide  
The Kinman of his destiny drawing me in the cocoon of his fate  
My skin to him taste as butter rum marmalade        
He is the caress to my heart, the voice in my ear, when the Heat of us inflames  
Echoes to his ears, his baritone to mine as we callout each other’s name    
Making love to him upon the eight dimensional throne  
Mm... what a feeling to slide down and wildly please a Sire ’s hard bone  
Mummering those love notes, in and out of time, alluring me with his smooth talking Psalms  
   
In the height of pleasure… he makes me beg for his release        
He tantalizes my body, with each sensation of being appeased      
I know he is the Hieroglyphics on the sacred walls of my inner holistic shrine  
Always, we are in and out, in and out of time....  
   
Oh yes, how sweet it is  
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 1st Sep 2024
Author's Note
I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

Rumi
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