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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 Riven 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 are 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
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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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