In my eyes she is my Queen.
Wrapped in her evanescing definition of
empress beauty. she is more.
I miss her.
The sweetest inhalation to my high
The deepest breath to my inner being
Connecting with its own thoughts
My oh my are her juices sweet
The sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted
Plucked at a young age, introduced to
womanhood by force
She maintains her grace
Sweet breath over my face
Her kisses awakens my soul
To its very core
And engorges my phallus
The feeling that her lingering fingers
Touches me with seduces me into
Releasing
my being into hers
Mingling the juices of intimacy and sweet
Possibilities that this could last forever
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