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Softly Cloaked Within A Night Of Purple Passion

Upon opening my ancient hazel eyes, in the cocoon of my darkness, he is my light, he’s my passage to forevermore
He is the tender brushstroke in the midst of heat I seek, I need, his love I reach
Mmm… when he lays my soul down, my honey drips, unto his mind he lets it pour
The guidance of my whispers in the dark when Allah’s Mission has ordained me, in my absence he is the Utopia of my thoughts as my wings soar
My sanctuary governed by him
The solace in his embrace is gentle as a summer breeze to my cheek, a warm stirring of wind
 
The strong arms who catch me time after time, in the reminisce of my soul ordained from above
I love coming home to the covering of his love
What good is God’s man, made in His image, if he cannot smooth the essence of an esoteric mind  
I need, you, I want you, our emotions are entwined
This man, has to be by the Creator’s designs
Inhaling and exhaling, allowing me to kneel to His divine’s glory, still I can lay on his chest wall
I am his tiara, he is my throne
If I returned to this dimension I would know his touch, the regality of his soul in the void, we’re organic
I feen for the feeling of his beguiling stance, in the movement of the conquer, mmm... it’s poetic
 
The ambience of my soul he apprehends, my pulsate he comprehend, calling me his Earth gift  
The embodiment of my sacred temple, he dwells in that sweeten space  
His poetic flavor I will never forsake upon my sacred canvas, he draws me closer, invading the compass of me under grace, silk and lace
Shh… he seems to dusk off for the chaos of the world, I face
And its mine, he is the comfort of my star dust, my stratospheric drift, the illumination of his Sun when my Moon tilts  
He gives me the strength to go on even if he feels my heart is in relent to the stars  
My spiritual voyage, from Venus to Mars
The voice who reassures me, we have the warmth of Sun, he teasingly howling at the Moon
 
He is my savior, when my heart needs peace
In him, our love notes narrate within our reach
In the pools of longings, sentiments, into him, let me drown
The scales of him, gently balances me  
I am the passion of his fruit, mmm.. his pulp juice, by me, he is always in pursuit
From Heaven to Earth, he allows me to slowly come down
So debonair, so gallant, he fits inside me without making a sound

A night unto me
Once my purple panties off, then cast aside, I become his soft tease
The Yoruba Goddess who brings this Hebrew God to his knees
My taste, my desires, he parleys as the moth inflamed in the seduction of my enchanting fire
His aura, cradled in the warmth of my smothering desires  
Upon my lips his tongue languishingly drifts
Savoring on my skin honeyed flavor, I love this addiction found in the care of his needs
He knows my love given throughout the night, I will appease

Mm... tenderly bedazzled
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
In dedication to the city of Chicago, Illinois as the Aquarian water softly flows.

Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
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