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Coveting The Doorway To His Hebrew Soul

As I close my eyes to the covering of his kiss to my waiting lips
Baptizing the cadence of our soul each night, passion for us softly begins
The inscription of his words tenderly cradles me  
In the ether of time, they resonate as if he is kissing upon my Chi, our love is the origin  
Falling prey to his esoterica whispers as his tongue twined around mine, enveloping my temple, his scent is a tease  
Our souls slow dancing in the hereafter  
Where hearts of the past no longer matter  
Cleanse my temple for lover’s rebirth  
The cosmic, the galaxy, the rushing flow of love notes, laced with silken touches and the echoes of my mirth  
  
His oath, from the ink stains as he spills into me the illusion as I covet his girth  
Shh…it’s just you and I  
Where we’re lost among the majestic skies  
Time of imminent, we need not hide  
One moment in time our souls shall beautifully collide  
Beams of light, you feel the awesome sensations  
Making tender love to each of my Chakras, as we bare our souls, wallowing in gratification  
  
Spread my temple, my love and softly enter, lips to lips, eye to eye  
Take me gently as you hide, the creation of your soul once inside  
His dreams his aspirations, his uncertainties, enlightens me for this earthly ride  
My essence I give to him and hi to me is not given on trial  
Bringing forth juices as we once bathed of lust in the depth of the Nile  
  
Promises of lips to meet my spirit on a higher plan  
As the beginning of a new world unfold, destiny shall bring us, esoteric love of its reign  
An ancient love we suffer unto the showering drops of its kaleidoscope ordained in His name  
One last kiss you placed upon my lips  
Don’t cry, my love as taken, left in remembrance of its heart storm  
Minds interweaving, the silhouette of dancing in the merriment of being reborn  

Twin sentiments we asunder we begin  
Look over the mountain peaks, the valleys, this entailment feels like a silk feather stroke to my soft skin  
Kisses adorned once begin again  
As in Egypt love was our beautiful as our essence fused upon our blend
In the height of pleasure, our dialects in harmonic gratification drifted on the wind  
To covet a Moorish soul is found to be the sweetest sentiment felt by the pulsate of the heart  
No beginning, passion blanketing the minds, and divinity of souls, our greatest start  

Mm.. hello, my love

Written by SweetKittyCat5
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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

William Shakespeare
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