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Seeping Sweetness

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(A Phone Call)

It’s about that time
I can’t wait
Days are starting to blur
And you know how to bring clarity
To my confusion
I need you to help me
Get clear
I can do all the talking
If you will listen
Moan every so often
So I know you’re still there

Papi, I’m wearing that sexy, blue, lacy thing
you love to look at
but I never get to keep it on for long
I’m lying on the couch
On my back
Don’t want my heels to puncture the fabric
That would be unexplainable
One leg over the top
The other braced on the floor
Spread eagle.

I hear you baby
Your deep breathing motivates me
Rubbing the surface of my wet panties
With one hand
And twirling my stiff nipple with the other
Biting my bottom lip
Thinking about your sweet kisses
The heat of your mouth
The rhythm of your tongue with mine
How easily you wet me
Soak me
The waves swell in my stomach
You know where they go next
I’m pulling my panties aside
To put my fingers inside
Where you feast
Where you thirst
Where you satisfy me
And please yourself to excess
Fingerpainting inside my treasure
Playing around in my lava fire
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
Seeping sweetness.

Tell me something nasty
Mmmmmm you want me to drip on your face?
Come slide under me
And let my heat consume you
My finger is your tongue
I’m trying to do what you do
When you eat me
Tease me
Please me
Mmmmmmmm yes Papi
One finger
Or two?
Love the silky
Slippery
Slickness of my wetness
All over my hand
Ohhh, my clit aches now
Gentle circular motions
While picturing your thickness
Casting shadows on my face
Mouth watering desire
To suck you
Lick you
Flick the tip
And suck each drip
Faster
Faster
Mmmmmmmm yeah ohhhh yeah baby
My clit triggers shivers
Up and down my thighs
Sliding inside just enough to rub my
G- huh huh huh Spot 
mmmmm
Back out to lick… my… goodness
Circling faster
Back and forth
In and out
Circle faster
My body temperature is changing
The rush of cool
Before the flood gates open
And my lava fire pours forth
Controlling my breathing
So I can ride it out as it
Comes
Comes
Coming baby…
Oohhh Papi, te amo mucho
Thank you

Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 15

Taste of Solace

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Waking up to gray skies
quiet morning music
humming of water running in the distance
rustling of leaves.
Early dawn’s chill
hides between cottony warm sheets.
Arabica beans ground,
aroma teasing my nose,
with reserved energy
I make a delectable treat.
French toast with cinnamon,
a pinch of nutmeg, vanilla,
and a loving dose of brown sugar.
Sweetness
deserved
before curling up on the couch
next to techie toys
TV
and TIME,
where nothing resembling urgency
interrupts
my taste of solace
on a soul-soothing
Saturday morning.

Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 2

Haiku Heat #14: Sweetness

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Caramel goddess
adoring her chocolate god
In sweet reveries