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Mm.. It's That Sultry Butter Rum Love I Give To HIm
Mmm... he secures me in the measure of his love
So sweetly got me slipping
Caught me, spent me, breathless and bedazzled
My heart is engulfed
Softly drowning in the spiraling currents of his tender words, soft kisses
Deeply moved in the image of Him for which he stands
Which we fall
Lost spaces of us blending, becoming one
Eyes close, my inner temple bathed in the divinity of light
Lost in the mystifying of sin'sations
Dancing in the abyss of ecstasy
Feeling what our hearts are thinking
Our bodies channeling
Locking into destiny’s paradise
Oh God, do you hear my heart singing
Minds reaching the plateau of physical atonement
Sentiments of rapture echoing in perfect harmony
Souls merging in and out of time
Tasting the drops of the mind’s supplication
The feast of pleasure until we plead
In the mercy of our carnal needs
Our bodies we feed
Taking me, molding me
Sculpting my mind
My erratic heartbeats laid upon the naked canvass of his loving
Too sensual not to submit
Too powerful not to succumb
The essence of my soul taking a celestial plunge
Falling…falling…falling
Reaching out for carnal salvation
Snatching emotions from the throne of Heaven
God, he makes my heart sing
Within the depth of my being
My soul reaps such a joyful noise
Such beautiful melodies of our laughter
Passion, we speak in tongues
Ordained by the spectra of spirituality
Bequeathed to this Nubian Goddess
Take me there, where the feelings supersede
The body overcomes
The mind releases
In alliance to the cadence of the body
Moans, my body trembling in the wake
A soft rainfall
Colliding into a cosmic meteorite
Unifying breaths of smothering desire
Entwined, harkening unto the bliss of infinity
Swimming the distance for the measure of his love, mmm… it’s so oceanic
So sweetly got me slipping
Caught me, spent me, breathless and bedazzled
My heart is engulfed
Softly drowning in the spiraling currents of his tender words, soft kisses
Deeply moved in the image of Him for which he stands
Which we fall
Lost spaces of us blending, becoming one
Eyes close, my inner temple bathed in the divinity of light
Lost in the mystifying of sin'sations
Dancing in the abyss of ecstasy
Feeling what our hearts are thinking
Our bodies channeling
Locking into destiny’s paradise
Oh God, do you hear my heart singing
Minds reaching the plateau of physical atonement
Sentiments of rapture echoing in perfect harmony
Souls merging in and out of time
Tasting the drops of the mind’s supplication
The feast of pleasure until we plead
In the mercy of our carnal needs
Our bodies we feed
Taking me, molding me
Sculpting my mind
My erratic heartbeats laid upon the naked canvass of his loving
Too sensual not to submit
Too powerful not to succumb
The essence of my soul taking a celestial plunge
Falling…falling…falling
Reaching out for carnal salvation
Snatching emotions from the throne of Heaven
God, he makes my heart sing
Within the depth of my being
My soul reaps such a joyful noise
Such beautiful melodies of our laughter
Passion, we speak in tongues
Ordained by the spectra of spirituality
Bequeathed to this Nubian Goddess
Take me there, where the feelings supersede
The body overcomes
The mind releases
In alliance to the cadence of the body
Moans, my body trembling in the wake
A soft rainfall
Colliding into a cosmic meteorite
Unifying breaths of smothering desire
Entwined, harkening unto the bliss of infinity
Swimming the distance for the measure of his love, mmm… it’s so oceanic
Published 24th Jan 2025
Author's Note
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
Marcel Proust
No more revisions, and no more sketches... I need peace. I would be in Philadelphia, my hometown this weekend.
Go Philadelphia Eagles!
Marcel Proust
No more revisions, and no more sketches... I need peace. I would be in Philadelphia, my hometown this weekend.
Go Philadelphia Eagles!
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24th Jan 2025 8:02pm
27th Jan 2025 10:38pm
You had me at "Butter-Rum".
It may be mystical but I can always dream of my tasty princess, even if she is an Eagles fan! LOL
It may be mystical but I can always dream of my tasty princess, even if she is an Eagles fan! LOL
