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Mmm... Softly Engulfed In My Midnight Pools Of Surrender

What’s in an appellation other than the universal’s sweetest energy unspoken words to say
The breeze of time when serenading whispers sway
Poetically scented you draw of me when wet
The beautiful alluring of silken lyrical annotations and the tender emotions they covey
From the mind to the heart such beguiling ink
To caress, to entice, to soothe within the fountain of my lover’s cup, I pour, in thirst, you drink
 
Take off your moccasins you stand upon my holy ground
My scepter and my orb shall comfort you in the warmth of vibration, our harmonic sounds
Mm... step closer, my handsome one, closer, as you disrobe to sniff and then taste the soft folds of my pinkish rose
Guide the hunger of your hands over my temple you yearn
Caught in a tsunami of his slow burn
A sculpted Adonis’ physique illuminated by the casting of the moon
Once you slide in and out the mystics of my destiny
Serenity plays the tune of Heaven’s bassoons  
 
An indulgent kiss to my lips, as you now stand naked, allowing my eyes to relish in the wonders of God’s gift
Mm... you have hypnotic eyes, once staring in the pools of mine
Can I twine my legs around your ankles, while my back is arched, you deep stroking all up between my Creole thighs
That suctioning cream making... from my body you crave, a woman knows those sensations when she’s getting the taste of paradise
 
Body and mind on a content high
Elevate me beyond the calling of the clouds and bring me back to this realm, its music to his ears when I sigh
Nipping at his shoulder blade, Bébé plus profondément, fais-moi plaisir, oh ouais … pardon my French, can I not help it, if he feels soooo good sliding in my moistness dew as he thrust deeper inside
Licking the taste of your salty skin
Slow down, my love pressing down his buttocks... sweet mercy, taking the hard width of you all in
 
You got me talking in tongues to the open skies
Heart pounding, purring like you are my bedtime lullaby
Oh, don’t move, just let my trickles coat your girth, and me feeling your throbbing arousal about ready to let loose
Kiss me baby... mm… hum.. yes …slowing down to the enticing soothe
 
Parley me until our bodies merge as one  
Making me climax until I am spent and come undone
Coveting your heart in my sheets to the rise of the sun
Throughout the portals of time words written upon stone walls
For Kings and Queens’ dialect history, we now decipher to enthrall
Was it the soft touch of hands that held the carnal secrets of man
Carved into stone upon lover’s embrace, stolen moments we may never comprehend
Can I compose upon your chest my deepest desires
My finger softly tracing across your skin as I stoke your manly fires
 
It is a longing unbeknown to savor the sacred sanctuary of a man’s soul
His naked emotions, circulating ecstasy manifesting when his loins and my yoni console
Faster… the volcanic of his emotions rushing
Gyrating under him, knowing I am the sole recipient of his thrusting,  
Awakening my senses, clinging to him, does he feel me slowly gushing
Eyes closing, lost to the state of Nirvana's equate  
Harder... mm... for the spills of his anticipate  
Lips locking, his beautiful fusing, teasing to cave in my g-spot
 
This muscular man, pleasing me with the benediction of his soul, the extension of his mind
Siphoning off the spirit of my soul, with each in and out grind
Laying on top of my femininity
Two worlds blended in the duality of releasing in gratification their identities
My derriere palmed... oh sweet mercy, his groin pulsating, deeper slithering
His neck strained, basking in the moments of my candy rain
My body quivering
The joining of our temples transferring  
Me caving, him releasing in the sweetest sensation as our souls deliver
Mmm..hum  
 

Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Rumi
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