I may not be your cup of tea nor your cup of Vodka.
I’m a full, and distinct glass of an acquired taste. My words can command your ears with one stroke of my well read tongue. My mind works in unpredictable, beautiful, creative, and mysterious ways. My smile will bring light to where light no longer exists. I am hypnotic. I can arouse your soul into a trance. Don’t sleep on me baby. I can awaken the soundest sleeper. My body will delight you, and ignite you. I wreak a sexy impressionable havoc. I will swallow you whole, and spit you out.
I am the only force to be reckoned with.
I am your kryptonite or I can be your dynamite.
I may not be your cup of tea nor your cup of vodka. But someone is going to drink from my glass…
What say you?
I have an addiction. It just tastes so good. It’s a unique taste. It requires a mature tongue with an acquired taste. It warms my palate and the warmth trickles right down into my throat. It’s an aphrodisiac that you shouldn’t knock until you’ve tried it. It’s refreshing and satisfying. It’s beneficial in producing and reproducing. Oh, it has many great benefits. It’s something I need daily. It’s my daily medicine. I have an addiction.
I’m addicted to Egg Nog.
My eyes latched onto to yours, and I got a glimpse of your soul. Our souls connected and created one. The energy we share is electric. I can feel when your vibe is off and you can feel when my vibe is off. When our minds meet, the dialogue is eclectic. I get lost in your company when we’re together. The outside world doesn’t exist when I’m in your sensual midst. It’s just me and you. When we make love, my soul moans, and becomes detached for a moment. You make me climb into my feelings in unfamiliar places. I don’t recognize this kind of love. My soul yearns for you when we part ways. You’re the one. You’re my only one. My soul mate.
Have you met your Soul mate yet?
She really needs no introduction. But let me tell you a little something about her…
She is a unique treasure. A gem of a beauty and filled with sparkling passion. When in rare form, she holds the power to eat you up and spit you out if she so chooses. IF SHE CHOOSES. She smells like a meadow growing berries and other sweet fruits of her magnetic labor. The meadow has never seen a drought and knows no drought. She can run a marathon of sturdy circles around you without ever growing tired. The most seasoned marathon runner can’t even hold a flame to her. There is no one quite like her. She houses a suction of magical kryptonite. She is hypnotic. She is powerful. She is great. An aphrodisiac. Your only drug of choice. She is not of this world. Fair warning…
If she invites you in and you oblige. Well…if you enter the great walls of her. If she gets a hold of you, you will forever be changed. Be careful love.
You keep asking HER what that mouth do…
It’ll make you print out flyers and put out a amber alert
Swallowing you whole in her body of water
Making your entire body jerk
Drowning while convulsions are hitting you left and right
Making you moan
She loves to hear you enjoying pleasure
Making you groan
Until you fall on your knees
Begging her yes
Please, you’ll be continuously begging the Queen
To drain you dry
She can see the explosion in your eyes
And the Queen obliged
That is…if the Queen invites you into her chambers
I opened the door to my damp tunnel of pleasure and there he was. What a beautiful creature. What a beautiful sight to see. I invited him in and he came in on a smooth slither of excitement. I grabbed him with my hands and told him to follow me on the trail of soaked tracks. I led him all the way back into the depths of my darkness until he reached a dead end. He became aroused in shock and amazement by how deeply rooted the tracks were. He didn’t realize my tunnel was just as great as my land. He was most definitely enjoying himself. Exploring, twirling all around going in, and out of the puddles of water that he kept on discovering. That is…until he had enough. It seemed like he was convulsing at one point. It looked as if his soul was lost. He was satisfied with his visit. The night was over and he left.
A stunningly beautiful land filled with wonder. A land that sparks curiosity. A hidden gem filled with magical love traps that will hypnotize you into a trance. The land is filled with powerful aromas of sweet smelling strawberries and flowers blooming in the spring. The land is fruitful, fulfilling and exceeds beyond expectations. A land where you’re free to come as you are. You can come as your true authentic raw self, or you can come covered up in a facade of protection. The land is sacred and intriguing. Though it’s a forbidden land and it is only accessible by the chosen one. Those who were not chosen still try to force their way in. Yet it’s discreetly tucked away in a secured place and I fully understand why though. I understand why so many desire entry. The land is a mesmerizing playing field of rainbows and exploding stars. It houses fireworks of rare emotions and storms of satisfaction. A land where the water continuously runs heavy and droughts cease to exist. The land is amazing, YES! But the land is invite only.
Have you received an invitation?