The nectar of his sweet bliss, even though he’s away I still feel his lips, kiss, lick, slide down my back. My body is here planted firmly on this mattress choosing not to masturbate; instead I wait, until the return, of a new adventure unknown. Anticipation, is so breathtaking.. With Him. He knows how to move my body. He never climbs, but he works his way to the top, & even when he gets me to my climax zone he still doesn’t stop. Our hearts, souls, & minds always relating, my body continuously shaking, debating, the difference between love or lust. How can I trust? THIS MAN HAS A GIFT. I know this is not love, but just the way he makes me feel. I lye still, finally I can’t move, my tension he has soothed. This man has his own groove. THIS MAN HAS A GIFT. I know he’ll be here soon, yet I constantly stare across the room, hoping the phone will ring, bling, sing…. My baby is coming, my body has summoned, the only man that can place me, taste me, erase me, from the rest of the world. I used to be a girl; this man has transformed me. Intimately. THIS MAN HAS A GIFT. Finally, he’s on his way, I can’t believe I’ve waited all day! He takes it slow, never in a rush, I can’t help but to feel a repeated gush. AND HE HASN’T EVEN TOUCHED ME…… THIS MAN HAS A GIFT… THIS MAN, HAS A GIFT……..
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