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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      
              
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 18th Nov 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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