On Your Knees

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Gracing the leopard printed sheets.

I take hold to a backdrop.

I feel an urge to kneel.

Yet, the embrace is oddly reaching beneath, these mounds of honeysuckle treats.

You hold so fondly.

In my mind, I envision the next positioning; 

69ing.

Why leaving 1 out. It's seems rather childish.

For it's better to yield to the urge to kneel.

I'll turn around.

Yet, I want to do it cowgirl style!!

That'll come next!!

Oh... how the mind is clever.

The mind sends telepathic waves to us for directions without syntax of communication.

We yield to our obedient submissions of pleasures.

Because word and phrases just interfere with  these positions. 

Just listen to the utterance as we yield.

Utterance of wild passionate emotions in my hips,

you beneath my roundness

embracing your wonderous utterance of wild passion.

So, lost in these sheets.

Animalistic impulses turned us into a newness.

Because we can now, look into one another eyes and see.

Our truths for our mutual desired needs. 

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