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Oh, Sweet Mercy, Losing Myself In A Knight Of Passion
Close your eyes, my love 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
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 facial strands
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 rebirth
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.. you will taste of thee
Kisses to my clit… 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 yearns from 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
I long for his stature to return, he knows I remain moist for him in my timeless wait
“I have never felt a charge to my yoni like that before... I need him inside me like never before, one touch of his destiny, even more”
Standing… lifting me in haste, wrapping my legs around his back, his lips overtaking mine and 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 lineage 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 souls beautifully collide
To the world, his dominance, his power, no one's slave
In the cradle of my arms, 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 on the eight dimensional throne
Mm... what a feeling to slide up and down, and wildly be pleased on my Sire' s hard bone
Mummering those love notes, in and out of time, alluring me with his smooth talking Psalms
Each time I am touched, his desires, raptures, his craving inside me thrashing
Losing myself in a Knight of passion
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
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 facial strands
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 rebirth
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.. you will taste of thee
Kisses to my clit… 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 yearns from 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
I long for his stature to return, he knows I remain moist for him in my timeless wait
“I have never felt a charge to my yoni like that before... I need him inside me like never before, one touch of his destiny, even more”
Standing… lifting me in haste, wrapping my legs around his back, his lips overtaking mine and 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 lineage 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 souls beautifully collide
To the world, his dominance, his power, no one's slave
In the cradle of my arms, 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 on the eight dimensional throne
Mm... what a feeling to slide up and down, and wildly be pleased on my Sire' s hard bone
Mummering those love notes, in and out of time, alluring me with his smooth talking Psalms
Each time I am touched, his desires, raptures, his craving inside me thrashing
Losing myself in a Knight of passion
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