“Emotionally Embossed By The Softness Of My Touch”

He’s what I call my tender poetic sublime, the reason to my rhymes  
Mentally captivated and in good taste, he is a gently tease, needed him like a thank you and please    
His reply, yes, it’s this Sire’s hard piece of wood, he loves on camera when I undress      
Just enough to make him wet      
Most definitely, he is my best emotion ever felt      
I love his smooth talking      
I opened the door to my mind, and he makes me blush when I see where the eyes of his heart is stalking      
Meeting him in the middle, crowning his existence as I’m walking      
    
His hand, with his impatient fingers easing inside my moisten kitty cat      
He always tells me, he like to hear my soft purrs, after he tastes my lust, it keeps him pointing North when he’s looking down at the bend in my back      
Does it get you hot, papi, you wanting to see me in that lacy red camisole I like to wear to put you in the mood, I hear that baritone arousal in his dialect      
If I close my eyes and you do not make a sound, shhh.. the heat of his aura, his nearness, his poetic swag, he is arrogant enough to know it tenderizes me until I’m smiling, blushing then, slam, bam, baby you got this peach jam all wet      
    
Can I at least tell them how you have my toes in the air  
Pointing to the stars kissed by the stratosphere  
Echoing my name in the throne of divinity’s needs, fusing his handsome arcane energy all under my skin, bringing with it that eclipsed climatic rush in its wake      
If only I could bottle those illicit sounds, our bodies when blending, we make      
I would put a red bow on it and send it to you as my fragrance for you to wear      
Beyond the clouds, let the vibe of my astral evolving mind soothe you, you will find my heart posted there      
On the winds, feel the calling of my soft kiss upon your cheek, the sensations of my words you savor upon your lips  
The sweetest flavor of my cradling Hebrew, Ebonics, sacred in its hieroglyphics  
Manifesting... mm… don’t you worry, whatever it is, or may be,  
Holistic pampering is coveting with love and carnal care to you from me    
    
Within the passage of my creamy monarch, you know, my heart, and my mind, yes, I am sending out my poetic pheromones  
The crescendo of his tongue worshiping my body becomes enticing Psalms  
Which plays on and on  
Those mystiques endorphins when you feel the inner core of another’s soul  
I like the fusing of our pulsates when our love flows    
The comforts of balancing a Moorish King, when he is the gift  
Giving me everything he has in his mix, floating on his drift  
His thrusts plummeting into my yoni, losing control in the might of his dips  
Mm... I love the sin’sations when his backbone slips  
 
Got this man kissing all over my toes  
Mm... now that feels so good, feeining for his depletion into my completion, his mouth softly suckling on my inner thigh, traveling upward, yes, the hardness of his body pillowing on mine, inhaling the scent of his neck, as my femininity locks on his girth, gyrating as his passion consoles  
In the height of rapture my gentle scratches up and down his spine patrols      
Once the caravan of that honey love, has trickled all over his mind  
We become embossed in the creation of time  
 
He begins dipping even harder into my synopsis, I really am as deep as the ocean    
Once his verbs, his constantans have invaded my midnight offering, his pores now seeping of my sultry butter rum love potion  
 
“Mm... wear me well my love”