Hershe Moore - Complete

His kisses pollinate my breast...
against his chest, heaving
breathing in his essence
His presence is demanded by my lips,
' Come closer',
you've gotta hear this!
Passion upon my tongue,
he layed the young girl in me to rest,
bringing forth my woman...
I've been summoned to his courts and I engage to testify,
became the heiress to his kingdom,
the tempation too much to deny,
There's no longer I,
only we
Combined in our circle of passion,
it happened.
He captured my rapture in the palm of his hands,
calming the seas,
he flowed through my passages for what seemed eternity,
It was the epitomy of sweet
Our bodies aligned together,
as one...
Complete!

Hershe Moore

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