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Rapture
Make love to my mind in deep poetic lines
Surrendering my temple unto his manly designs
No better feeling to be entwined
As a loss of time
His palms dragging up my gentle thighs
Spreading me as gently as a summer breeze
His muscular, naked, physique between my fate
My destiny
Our rapture
Closing my eyes, once touched, falling to the anticipate
Soles of my feet curled around his neck
Mm...his finger sampling my gourmet feast
Exploring deeper the realm of my Sacral Charka
His lips tasting the essence of Heaven, my saucy love
Poetic jousting coating his fingertips
Gyrating my pussy, his domination
Echoes of laced filled soft murmurs
Submitting my mind, my body to his ministrations
Past the fifth dimension he feverly takes this journey of me
Suspending us as we become as one
Tongue sailing inside the seventh wonder of my Chi
Mm…deeper and deeper, relishing in my carnal yearning for him
Burying his nostrils inside my soft folds
His tongue aimlessly wandering in the pleasure of my sacred rejuvenation
The tip licking of his tongue, mm... teasing upon the wet mound of my soul
As I moan out his name
His tongue dipping, slipping
Flogging my clit, bathing my slit
My impatient fingers joining in the wicked foray
Arching my back
His oral dance scaling my inner sanctum
My fingers escaping inside his mouth
Feeding off my taste, his wants, my insatiable needs
Arresting his face between the cocoon of my inner thighs
Sea seesawing my pussy up and down
The curvature of his soft pinkish fetish, owning the moment in time
Slipping in and slipping out
Drinking from the showery fountain of my youth
Palming his head for submitting my soul to him, only him
Back bent, my emotions spent
Slowly and slower gyrations of motions
His tongue reaping the famished reward of tasting me
His oral affection unmeasured
Tenderly serenading my body within
His biggest cheering enthusiast behind his art of pleasuring
Surrendering my temple unto his manly designs
No better feeling to be entwined
As a loss of time
His palms dragging up my gentle thighs
Spreading me as gently as a summer breeze
His muscular, naked, physique between my fate
My destiny
Our rapture
Closing my eyes, once touched, falling to the anticipate
Soles of my feet curled around his neck
Mm...his finger sampling my gourmet feast
Exploring deeper the realm of my Sacral Charka
His lips tasting the essence of Heaven, my saucy love
Poetic jousting coating his fingertips
Gyrating my pussy, his domination
Echoes of laced filled soft murmurs
Submitting my mind, my body to his ministrations
Past the fifth dimension he feverly takes this journey of me
Suspending us as we become as one
Tongue sailing inside the seventh wonder of my Chi
Mm…deeper and deeper, relishing in my carnal yearning for him
Burying his nostrils inside my soft folds
His tongue aimlessly wandering in the pleasure of my sacred rejuvenation
The tip licking of his tongue, mm... teasing upon the wet mound of my soul
As I moan out his name
His tongue dipping, slipping
Flogging my clit, bathing my slit
My impatient fingers joining in the wicked foray
Arching my back
His oral dance scaling my inner sanctum
My fingers escaping inside his mouth
Feeding off my taste, his wants, my insatiable needs
Arresting his face between the cocoon of my inner thighs
Sea seesawing my pussy up and down
The curvature of his soft pinkish fetish, owning the moment in time
Slipping in and slipping out
Drinking from the showery fountain of my youth
Palming his head for submitting my soul to him, only him
Back bent, my emotions spent
Slowly and slower gyrations of motions
His tongue reaping the famished reward of tasting me
His oral affection unmeasured
Tenderly serenading my body within
His biggest cheering enthusiast behind his art of pleasuring
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