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Nice 🙂

Delightfully well-done!

And arousing, too….

Are you kidding me? This was perfect except for one thing, it was not me. What a glorious feeling to admire and worship a woman like that for her to allow and enjoy it! Please, more, Goddess, more...!

@Will527

@Paul4play

thanks for the feedback,

I'll write more soon.

@Will527

@Paul4play

thanks for the feedback,

I'll write more soon.

Stunning, gives such an amazing visual in the mind. Love it.

@madphysics

thank you for commenting about my poem.

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I'd appreciate if some people would suggest what can be tried by the Goddess with her imaginary slaves.

2.

anyone who'd be interested in putting a joint collaboration of a project together.

Nice 🙂🙂

Thank you Goddessofglee. Thy brain evokes a lightning charge and giveth the men and women delights.

A charming lovely lady

Clad in a billowing skirt

Covering her seductive allures

Kept the prying eyes astray

The allure and her beauty for only the one

Her one and only

Her equal and he joy

They shared a common taste

of fervent joy

They sauntered along the high street

Two charming souls

The envy of men and women and all

The shared respec, joy and love for all

They gave to the other nothing but joy

And fed each other the fruits of their mort

A warm sunny day, the parasol afloat

He led her determined to the seclusion they shared

She shied at his whisper, giveth me sweet

Her billowing skirt kept prying eyes away

Gentle her hand, she led him not astray

He smelt and yearned for her dank, sweaty brush

He moaned whilst she giggled and sighed deep in heart

He smelled and tasted her womanhood fertile

He gorged and he drank, he scraped and he prayed

May she never stop feeding her raw hors d'oeuvres

She shuddered and screamed, me Lord, me joy

He waited awhile, tis she came aground

And bit gently and firm, he wanted his crown

With a sigh and a blush, she opened her sluice

And washed his parched throat with liquid a gold

Her feed soothed him, a balm like aloe

Alas the well could give no more

Her oasis her bade a sad farewell

He emerged from within covered with joy

She smiled and they kissed, in eternal joy

thank you to the unknown

for the words to say more,

as they walked indoors...

attending to their chores

thoughts wander ashore

together, to adore

none to ignore

the outburst, the outpour

her donations to explore

the abundant galore

both señorita and señor

end at the backdoor!

Thanks

It certainly paints a picture. I love your enthusiasm, even if part of what you write about doesn't appeal to me personally. Not to sound judgemental, I'm not, but I get the impression that English is not your first language. If I'm wrong, forgive me. If I'm right, I applaud you for your grasp of my language... it's far more than I can say for myself, as I'm not multilingual. Not that my tongue doesn't have its talents, just not speaking other languages. Bravo... Write more. Please.