I feel like the luckiest woman on earth
Lucky to have found someone who my spirit finds familiar
It willingly respects yours and feels so free when you are around
The piece of the puzzle that has been missing for sometime…
I willingly bow down to it not intimidated to be submissive
understanding my place as a woman, my King
You are the Leader. The Head. The Giver of all good and mighty
things!
While I am the receiver the gather the caretaker the wound healer
the harmony maker the balancer
Thriving on the tip of every word you form, every phoneme,
syllable equivalent to phonetic, linguistic hieroglyphics that only you and I
can decipher…
Just a brief glance of you, caress from you feels like I have
experienced heaven… eternal bliss like the taste of chocolate covered
strawberries on a day of “sho nuff” PMsing….
Bliss like the feel of a luxurious bubble bath drawn
especially for us in a tub filled with your favorite aromatic oils and
bath salts
Bliss like an eucalyptus and lavender massage while laying
on crisp, white, cotton bed sheets
As I try to pinpoint why you got me this way….i can only say
may be it’s the way your lion retrograde enters perfectly into my
oasis of sea goat wetness .
Then it could be how I lick, suck and deep throat your third
leg of powerful manhood with all the trimmings making sure as not to miss
a finite piece of your dna….
Damn I know what that look means Pretty Eyes, time to unleash the
dragon, as you have found your perfect rhythm cornering me like a
savage predator about to ravish its prey…
With perspiration beginning to pour from your face, with me
perfectly pinned underneath you…
I lay my small hands flat in perfect push up position firmly
against your rock hard Pecs in an effort to muffle all the sensations and nerve
endings that you effortlessly create in me…
My legs remain limp as you pin them back behind my
head In a perfect yoga position revealing my fat pussy lips dripping wet
in its own juices, of sweet nectar
Your eyes seemingly looks straight through my wounded
heart rendering first aid and revival of a our renewed souls to
original synchronization
Fingers Nipples and ear lobes and everything that is in close
proximity is being celebrated, heavy breathing moaning, excitement booty
popping baby making gyrating hips and strong brown thighs rocking back in
forth until we both have no more of ourselves left to give…
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