Mental Love
Yesterday my man made mental love to me he
touched me inside and took me places only he
and I knew existed.
He kissed me without his lips, he touched me
without his hands and searched every part of
me with his words. I climaxed to heights
that even I thought unreachable.
Over and over he traveled areas of my body
that had never been touched thrusting deep
inside of me with silent whispers of ecstasy
and uncontrolled imagination.
My man went into the deepest part of my mind
and caused a flood gate of energy to be re-
leased from me. He saw what I needed and
catered to my appetite like a mother to a
hungry child.
And when finished I laid next to him wonder-
ing is this real or was it a dream? This
mental love is something heard with words
unseen.
touched me inside and took me places only he
and I knew existed.
He kissed me without his lips, he touched me
without his hands and searched every part of
me with his words. I climaxed to heights
that even I thought unreachable.
Over and over he traveled areas of my body
that had never been touched thrusting deep
inside of me with silent whispers of ecstasy
and uncontrolled imagination.
My man went into the deepest part of my mind
and caused a flood gate of energy to be re-
leased from me. He saw what I needed and
catered to my appetite like a mother to a
hungry child.
And when finished I laid next to him wonder-
ing is this real or was it a dream? This
mental love is something heard with words
unseen.
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