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He Keeps Me Softly Floating Within His Esoteric Clouds🍯

A night of relishing our heart desires
This moth getting hot from the heat of his flaming fire
Here I stand in the shadow of lust
Anticipating in the cathedral of midnight, the attentiveness of his touch
Soothing me
Caressing my skin, kissing me all over tenderly
 
Softly whisper in my ear, my earlobe with his tongue, he teases
Pulling me into a pillar of comfort, biting down on my lip behind the pleasure of being pleased
Making me feel, want, he weakens me, the impression of his being I crave, I need
Giving me his heart, coveting me in his trust, in the nakedness my passion, my desires I lay at his feet
The tears of my emotions he feels, for a tender feeling he always bring on, kisses to my lips, as they slowly seep  
 
Celestial promises, as he watches me dance under my Super moon
Whispers traveling to my Charkas, floating over the Nile blue lagoon
Past Egypt sand dunes
Bodies sweetly parlaying to melodies of Heaven’s bassoon
Honeyed lashes of words stroking my cerebral cortex
Climatic overtures, tricking, once he has me on my back, he keeps my Chi, soaking wet
Body, mind, heart loving his drilling hard effects
 
Sounds of ecstasy mmm….in and out, deeper and deeper his girth stirs
Sinking sensations, stealing my breath, paired moans and groans
His temple worshiping unto mine, this Yoruba God, I strongly preferred
Shh…my gentle confession, maybe no one else heard

Softly blending us as one
Eyes will forevermore read
Hearts will forevermore feel
Only we know the yearns of its true meaning within the ecstasy of the lines

Passion generating as a beautiful poem being spoken, our love is conjoined in the mind
Felt upon my skin
Gripping hi tighter, as he thrust in and in...mmm until my rainfall fusing, our soul beautifully mend  
Foretelling of the lust in each cadence as he caresses my body
Until the sentiments to my ear has been whispered, each emotion, explored, felt  
And our bodies inked stained upon the reminisce of our lavender scented sheets

That felt soooo good, my love
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

Maya Angelou
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