Mistress
Is it that to which we lye with or that of an unveiling!
It is that of the cover I seek as I seek that of a veiling.
It is that of the heart to which needs unveiling.
It’s your skin of passion I see when I imagine a mistress of mind.
As you have filled my world with something as wild as time.
It is the shine in your curves that make me drip.
That of your body my taste buds drip, as I dream of you while
I slide my hand abroad.
Just thinking in mind of you here beside me dear, as my
mistress mind wonders through the bedroom lay.
What I like to be doing this mistress day with you laid here at play.
There about on a corner or maybe there in the corner.
As I would make love to you in mysterious ways, in a way of
passion that would be of mistress to both.
Because the heat of passion would be that of an explode.
I would make love all the way from the stove top to the floor,
which in many there would be a breeze blow through them doors.
Because we would be all over like that of a dance for two as we
made love wildly through.
It’s there in my mind I think of licking the tip of Mount Everest in time as I climb
aboard that mistress of time.
With that of peaks of beauty, I stretch my fingers as I slide my hand up a stick of beauty.
As I feel that of the rack at point and the curves below.
As I kiss that of your neck down low.
I throw my hardest and reach all the way to center below.
And catch the other side of that mountain down deep below.
that it was such an avalanche on that climb up.
That it popped that cork and lava over took.
It was there that lava had over flow through, as I sweated that coming through.
Whew, it’s hot in here!
Must be that mistress, because I feel heat a coming on.
As I too feel it coming through.
That in you, I have found my mistress of time and that of an over flow
from a heart of time.
As I feel that in my mind and that’s your body next to mine.
As we make love in a mountain of heat and become more than a mind of mistress.
But become that of a bedroom mistress.
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