my singularity

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touch becomes cosmic
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meurdrac
meurdrac
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Soft lavender light
Fills the room
And jasmine scented hair
Lies across cheek and neck

Ample breasts gently sway
Full and heavy, inviting
With a respectful reserve
To make your sleep more blissful

Bring my body near
Tenderly, gently caressing
Full, rounded hips
Feeling you in full flower

You turn slowly
Offering me your ass
Wiggling back, to me
Lucidly, naughtily dreaming

Arms and body engage
In tangled caresses
Soft movements with meaning
Coursing through my fingertips

Lips caress, dotting
That fragrant, warm, beautiful skin
Ample and eager, ready
Pulling sailor back to the sea

I feel the desire to take
Welling up with earnest
A need, now
That won’t be expunged

Flushed, and breathing
Slows and deepens
I draw myself into you
Engorged and alive

Your fountain flowing
My energies building
Time ceases
You become my singularity

Moving softly, rocking terra
Back and forth, deeply
My stomach taught
Rocking hips at the top

Juices creamy, mine adding
Mixing together
As we breathe together
Nipples so responsive

Gasps in orgasm
As pussy fires, alive
Engulf me
Squeezing, trying to get its grip

Always, on my heart

meurdrac
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meurdracmeurdracover 2 years agoAuthor

Thank you very much. Hearing a woman's perspective on this is especially illuminating for me. I felt the touch of the muse with this one; especially the ending - it seemingly sprang out of nowhere in exactly its present form.

swiftlytiltingswiftlytiltingover 2 years ago

Ahh such a lovely poem. It's wonderful how softly and tenderly the tension builds towards the beautiful climax. I love the ending.

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