Saturday, December 24, 2011

"Untitled" Mature Readers


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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