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Just Hold Me..Yes.. Just... Like.. That

Mmm... hold me close as you can, my love    
Your strong arms to cultivate my Chi, found only in the comforts of such a Moorish King, we are ordained from above  
Allow fate to write us in the stars    
A feathered touch felt from afar    
An alluring liaison understands the concept a woman from Venus, a man from Mars    
     
Scribble our graffiti of passion among the majestic skies    
The infinity of destiny as we cum together, bound by the most sweetest ties    
A man who tickles my heart, as it pumps so beautifully inside    
   
Subtle traces of his syrupy words, coats my existence    
Smiling, blushing, flirting, getting high off the response that’s persistent    
Softly ebbing at my femininity resistance    
My wall is slowly tumbling down    
Rapture on the other side I have peeked, naughty whispers when no one is around    
Honey drippings when felt    
With a slow pouring of maple, God, he gets me so wet    
   
Emotions unhinged, becoming disabled    
Lay me down, feast upon me, as I’m spread eagle on your dinner table    
Foreplay in the cloak of dark      
Where minds, hearts, spirits breathlessly lark    
A handsome King who has found me, his willing spark   
     
Magnetic attraction sinking deeper    
Souls once entwined, an immortal keeper      
Cannot run, wanting to be caught    
Patience as they say, for greater things once sought    
Calming my curiosity as a moth to that flaming fire    
Panting with a need to feel the depth of his girth’s desire    
     
Wanting, needing more, a taste to connect in a heated rush    
Closing my eyes to the consumption of his mental lust    
Passion, an illogical behavior    
Honey to Maple… mmm… once combined a sweeten flavor    
A gratifying taste of its remnants to slowly savor    
     
Love lashes sinking deep within    
A carnal feeling not found in a thesaurus for our wicked sins    
Kisses adorned all over me    
   
Pushing me back on the bed          
Dropping to his knees, no words ever need to be said          
Legs over his broad shoulders, my palm gracing the top of his head    
Mmm.. head denting the pillow in the throne of celestial ecstasy    
Back arched, body bathing in submission to allow his powers to be            
Oh God the first lick so tender, so soft          
Eyes closed, sandwiching my breasts, mind totally lost          
Then aggressively, moaning in sweet surrender from the clit flick          
Saturating his lips with the juices raining from my slit    
       
Reaching his hand down pumping the length of his dick          
Back flapping      
The tip of his tongue swimming deeper in my pinkish butter rum abyss          
Uplifting my pelvis as he’s gripping my curvaceous hips          
Giving him the trickles of my nightly gift          
Head pushed downward, nostrils sniffing, tongue siphoning the sweeten essence with each head twist          
     
My creamy cunt coating his mouth    
Dancing the curvy tip all up in my tighten South          
Holding my hands to my sides    
His fingers joining in the passion collide    
Palming my buttocks, circling the tip, sending me over the edge      
This wet pussy to him.. mm... without hesitation I pledge          
Clenching the silk covers, he got me breathless, my handsome lover          
     
Giving him my sultry gyrate, my silken pleasure, my seductive tease          
Feening for the thrust of his hard need          
Oh baby... yes right there… mmm... anchoring his girth to please          
Riding his pulsating erection with a compulsive animalistic greed          
Echoing moans, groans, dipping deeper inside me feeding me his pearly seeds      
   
Mm... relishing in my sweeten carnal food              
Then turning me over, ass up, buttocks dividing, …. a constricted access for his family jewels      
My common sense to deny the nature of his animalistic charms keeps overruling            
When it’s his dick I need deep inside me, I’m pursuing      
   
Oh, sweet mercy, who have written our names among these stars, my love
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

Enjoy your special day, my love
SKC🐾🐾
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