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He Softly Caresses The Depth Of My Inner Sacrum

A taste of yearning for you runs so deep  
Beautiful, combined rainfalls, passion escalating higher than the snowcap mountain peaks  
Mm…Psalms of your heart making me hunger unjustly for you  
My sexy red panties slowly you peel off, gently fingering his carnal food  
        
A night of relishing our heart desires        
This moth getting hot from the heat of your flaming fire        
Here I stand in the shadow of lust        
Anticipating your touch        
Soothe me        
Caress my skin, kissing me all over tenderly        
        
Softly whisper in my ear, my earlobe with your tongue you tease        
Pulling me into a pillar of comfort, biting down on my lip behind the pleasure of being pleased        
Make me feel, want, weakening me, the impression of your being I crave, I need        
Give me your heart, here’s my passion I lay at the helm of your feet        
My emotions you feel as they slowly trickle then seep        
        
My love, my gifted words sensationalized to elevate that esoteric intellect  
Like water, cum unto me and make me wet    
Can I entertain the wonders of your cerebral, let me amuse      
Bestowed on the worthy to appease, for you, under me, to seductively enthuse      
Honey dripped words echoed to your ear I softly speak          
You know a fervent liaison between you and I, is epitomized nightly on lavender scented, silken sheets      
Oh no, I do not mind if you kiss my feet      
It weakens me right before the opening of sacred the energy as our souls beautifully upon the fuse meet      
      
Suspended animation deep in the blend      
The beginning never has an end, where did your come from again      
I feel those vibes when you are blocking my sole advancement, detouring my footsteps into your arms      
You do keep me smiling, my heart warm, oh yes, you know you relish in that slow virginal nightly rebirth      
   
Mm… my inner sanctum covets the window of your Moorish soul where our fate and destiny softly entwine  
Whispers of love, resonated from the skies, you are the divine gift of my sunrise      
Within the cradle of your arms my mind to you tenderly drifts      
As I close my eyes, I felt the softness of those love you inscribe to my temple, oh it feels sooooo good, like candy coated bliss      
Time of asunder words that have already be written      
Charging in like a smooth talking Moorish stallion    
An incarnate Hebrew, who has my melanin love portion all smitten      
        
Mm... you make me surrender when you make love to my heart, you know it’s like the balance of warm water    
Then the brushstrokes all over my soul    
You inscribe the sensations upon flogging my skin with your lips, so tender, its Kismet Karma to behold  
Mm.. humm, alluring dialect of mental snagging words, coating the frailty of my heart      
Would you know my scent, the taste of my yoni, my cosmic beguiling words whispered through the space of time, or in the fog of begotten dark      
   
Celestial promises, as you watch me dance under my Super moon        
Whispers traveling to my Chakras, 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, seeping, soaking wet        
Body, mind, heart loving the drilling hard soothing effects        
        
Sounds of ecstasy mmm….in and out, deeper and deeper your girth stirs        
Sinking sensations, stealing my breath, paired moans and groans        
His temple worshiping unto mine, strongly preferred        
Shh…maybe no one else heard        
        
Pulling me closer with a tongue bonding kiss        
Your body a hard comfort for a night of reminisce        
Calling out my name as his erection greedily, dips, slips, shift        
Closing my eyes, the kiss of his soul, bringing oceanic waves of pure bliss        
Sending my body on a journey past the shooting stars        
Venus’ mummers echoing, submitting unto her handsome man from Mars  
He is my Esoteric I am his Utopia, we gently merge by the spirit of our bone marrow, no heartfelt sorrow    
My passion, my desires coveting him until the sun cast of a new tomorrow    
   
Mm... you make me come undone, my love    
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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