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My Love, Softly Intoxicate Me With Your Black Barrel💌

Happy Sweetest Day to, my Moorish King, my Hebrew Knights, and Universal Royal Emperors    
Please enjoy your day in the pampering of love giveth to a loved one doing    
Something thoughtful and from us ladies, sexy    
 
There I have the scented candles lit    
My clingy camisole on, mmm    
black, lacy and alluring attire    
Doorbell    
Faces, and smells great    
   
My eyes arresting the bottle in the crook of his arm    
Arrogant, looking, good, and trying to seduce with his fine ass self    
Oh, you said what is this," it a midnight treat depending on where its poured"    
Blushing here    
And what do we have here    
It’s Black Barrell, it goes down your throat, smooth in its steaming flow    
Oh, I like that, as long as its silken on the tongue, I can work with it  
We are still talking about this bottle in my hand pretty    
Any other pleasurable thoughts I will have to invite you in,  overstand    
   
Madam, I am speaking about the name of this whiskey    
Whiskey.... huh    
Oh, I felt so embarrassed he was really talking about a bottle of whiskey    
Why is he looking at my lips    
Not to worry pretty lady, you will be choking back on both    
 
Mmm… I do love when I share my sheets after a Black Barrel intoxication    
It’s always carnal satisfaction when he pours his liquid gold deep into the rainfalls of my Sovreign lover’s cup    
Smiles throughout the night    
   
Grand Rising    
I feel good, baby    
Sweet mercy, I am above the clouds    
It does feels like Heaven when I'm up in  it   
     
You were a... uumm.. a...      
A Black Barrel baby    
And I loved every droplet of your cum shots    
Yes, you were all intoxicating to my mind, and, me your pours reeking over me    
 
Woman you know I move upon earth and Queens    
Excuse me    
My mistake in time, my Queen, then you should know I stalk in the night    
And feast upon your love and wisdom in the light    
And that scented fragrance in the wind has you, because here you are    
And you know I  could not help myself  
You know I'm..    
Yeah, I've heard it, and its true    
Beautiful on the....    
Beautiful on the movement, tender, gentle, and soft in the indolence    
Baby, what’s that last word mean    
   
   
My skyward  floating 🎈🎈of utopic love🤎    
   
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 20th Oct 2024
Author's Note
Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: 'I'm with you kid. Let's go.'

Maya Angelou
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