Hearing your groggy voice has arrested my senses
Igniting my horniness
Filtering me with prurience
Igniting my horniness
Filtering me with prurience
Affecting feelings that are now smoldering
With fantasies of how you would be in bed
With fantasies of how you would be in bed
When your lithe body is disarmed of its elegant deceptiveness
When you are all mine with your august reassurance
Hearing your groggy voice
I wish to spend a night
I wish to spend a night
Night of carnal carnival
Where I entwine you in my flesh
Drenching your turgid essence
Where I entwine you in my flesh
Drenching your turgid essence
When I channelize my suppressed prowess with the man of my dreams
When I find your morning hardness waiting for me
“Poetess is on a high,
with words after words flowing out of the stable;
The reader is disarmed,
disturbed, disrobed and completely unstable
Wishing that it all
turns true, a night that is dark and blue
Happiness flowing in
the form of juices,
Bathing my body and my
tongue with musky oozes, moaning and groaning in the silent night,
As I lick the softness
dry holding you tight…”
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