I am like a quiet storm.
Go ahead, give me your best line.
Tell me,
How I’ve never met anyone like you.
Tell me,
Age is just a number.
Tell me,
You have years of life experience.
They equate to the # of orgasms,
you have the mastery to give me.
Tell me,
You could rock my world.
Go ahead,
Tell me,
how you will be the best lover I’ve ever had.
Tell me.
I have just one question for you?
Can you fuck my mind?
before you make my body quake?
Before my yoni shakes,
Can you fire the neurons in my brain?
make the serotonin drip down from my crown chakra?
Thru my pineal gland.
Can you spread open my heart chakra?
So, I feel the pulses from my nipples thru my sacral chakra
as it flares and radiates desire.
Creating an aching need between my thighs.
Can you spit word porn?
So, intoxicating,
I burn with imploration,
To taste the juiciest parts of me?
Can you arouse my third eye chakra?
And transport me to a higher plane?
The awakening stroking my soul so profoundly,
So sacred,
I crave your penetration to explore,
Depths I did not know existed.
So, earth shattering
Filling all of me with all of you
Traveling to heights beyond this reality
Bucking,
Arching,
Squeezing,
Dripping,
Consuming,
Biting,
Drinking,
Feasting,
Devoured,
Explosion of our juices,
Mingling,
Our tongues dancing,
Our lips crashing,
Capturing every moan.
So far gone,
There never,
Ever,
Could be another?
Then you take the dew of the morning,
Wipe the beauty between my thighs.
As you run a gentle finger,
Across my collar bone,
One kiss to my chest,
One kiss under my chin,
One kiss to my bruised lips,
Before you turn me,
Pull me into you.
And open my heart,
With your words of unconditional beauty.
You whisper in my ear.
Tell me,
There are always thousands of you,
But only one conscious one.
Protector,
Warrior,
Awakened,
Healed,
Expanded,
Tell me about the cosmos.
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