Pleasers She Wore




Pleasures She Wore


Your skin glows like a peach blossom, 
Delicious is the smell of the Black Lotus Flower,
In the purest hope of springs essences.

My yearning rises to her frequency,
Her feminine voice soothes the core of my spirit. 
She leaps at me like a panther after her prey!
By the whisper of only your name, I crave.
Evening ascends in on the essences of the nights wind.

The vision of your silhouette calms me. 
Your delicate lacy teddy, she wears dreamishly.
I carry your beauty into the twilight of stars' dreams, 
Embracing her as she lies next to my heart.

Filled with all her beauty's pleasures, 
Let me dry your tears of honey with my heart. 
My mouth waters after her lustful temptations, 
Reminding me of her kissing lips.

In the hush moments of play, 
I listen in this silence for her whimpers
Small moans of our delighting foreplay
Her female heat burns with desire's flame
Inside her passions, deep warmth
Explosive with her quivering contentment.

She breathes inside my soul!
She's flushed to her cheeks with fulfillment
She begins to rise to her cusp of enjoyment,
Our soul's seeping, melding, and interweaving together.
 
I await in the crystallized moonlight for her.
Her seductive body's scent, 
Intoxicating intrigue that we taste us as one.
 
Inside her fervency are glories deep, 
I seek out her female aroma to keep. 
I pursued her naturalism in gentleness, 
The sensual side of her nectar harnesses!

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Year Posted 2024

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