__________by SoulPiscean

I want to
seduce
her.

I can
feel
the slickness
of her
thickness
on my dick when
I slip in
her
abyss.

I can hear the
satisfaction in her sighs
contentment in her cries,
anxious resignation of her whines.

Sssss...

She
slowly
succumbs to the
satisfaction of
sensuality:

I can see the
trust within her eyes
as
lust seeps between her thighs.
She succumbs...
and I
yearn to
seduce
her slowly.

Because there’s something about her—
the twitch in her hips,
sway of her sashay,
pride in her stride—
that just...turns me on.
Turns...me...on...

I need to
seduce
this woman;

this...beautiful, brown skinned sister
with a body from the south
a mind from Mother Africa
and confidence from within.
Something about her...
that’s turning me on;
turning me out.
Turning, turning, turning—
spinning until I am
lost and
confused and
delusional
enough to...forget
about the painful pleasures of my past.
Until I am so lost in her that I...
burn foreign memories of past prospects
and ignite familiar daydreams of us.

She turns me on.

Turns me on
and shines a light
on the possibility of
fidelity
without
pain,
opens my eyes to the aspect of
falling
without
fear.

She turns me on
and I need to seduce her,
got to seduce her.

I just want to
touch her
in away that will pass on the
optimistic energy
she has
shocked
me
with.

I just want to
seduce
her.

For she
has already
succeeded in the
seduction
of me.

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