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Mmmm… “It's a Man’s World”

Reach out in the space of infinity
Feel the softness of my hands in its embracing identity  
The dominance in your roaming palms outline the capacious of my care
My lips your mouth snare
Sss.. you taste like the echoes of the sea
Laying me down, basking in the silkiness of my offering, heightening the appease
Thank you, Allah, for this man who always comes to please
Parting my thighs, bathing in the summer rain of my mystique
 
Inching your temple closer
Mm… coveting the visions parallel to the sway of my intellect
Whispering against my skin your longings
Ecstasy blending in the dragging journey of your oral pampering
Closing my eyes, surrendering, as you Calgon my Sacral Charka taking me away
Bathing in the dynamic charisma of my creamy yearns
We are the flames that gets hot with the drips of our slow burn
 
Yes, look into my eyes
My body flinching under the dominance of his pleasure
Roaming the guidance of his palm along my thighs
Lust mirrored in the reflection of his soul
Let the Garden of my Eve be the stairway to the skies
 
Mmm... the veil of destiny cocooning us…make love to this Queen
Traveling his tongue under my chin
Sweet mercy, opening my legs wider, cupping his arousal, easing deeper in
Back arched on a seductive whim
Adjusting my body to the fit, squeezing and adjusting to the tight invasion of him
 
Tattooing touches to my Chi, I have been craving for
Brush stroking kisses to my lips
My handsome one, slow down, panting on labored breaths, pressing his buttocks downward
Need the plummeting of his soul even more
I want you to touch me with your heart, make sweet love while dipping your thoughts in and out my mind, making my yoni melt
 
Oh… baby, moaning, rapture consuming
My honeypot, his arousal in and out me zooming
Creaming me
His grunts echoing, I feel his lust throbbing
My juices, sloppy, the tenderness of my love he’s robbing
Ohhhh... oh baby... I’m climaxing
Locked in the passage of my divine nature, we see stars when our bodies are blending, within the cradle of the afterlife we are when our minds are relaxing
Our lips locking
His release coming, his streams of pleasure, non-stopping
Oh yes... yes
Whew... who... who loves you best
“Turn that ass over and let’s put your words to the test”
I love the superiority of a Hebrew King... mainly the one who can make me hot, my pussy pop, keep it soaking wet  
And with his tongue, he makes it tenderly trickle, when felt
 
Needing you in the absence of time, my soul you keep
One kiss upon my lips in Heaven, savoring my flavor upon Earth, our stalwart souls now languishing in the deep of the sea
Spiritually entwined souls in the beautiful cosmic by the molding of His hands  
Inhaling the scent of my Hebrew Adam, unto you, now as Eve, reminisced in my pilgrimage as I stand
The rib of your open closure, now replaced as we roam sacred dimensions hand and hand
His esoteric Queen given of destiny by the will of Him, God’s first man
Consecrated fate that entwines our souls, amalgamating your eclipsed juices that overshadows you to me
The covenant of my essence once conjoined, sets the power of our beings totally free
 
Yes, my love, it’s a man's world
Allow the gentleness of my touch to ease the cruelty of your burdens when you need to release deep inside my honeypot, and to rule among the chaos of society, as it unfurls
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Pablo Picasso


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