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Mermaid Lovelaces

    Light Pink Candles are burning while the moon shines bright outside the window. Silk sheets brush up against her skin - making her feel as smooth as satin. There was a certain allure. And She called out to him. 
As they conversed she sat, with a cigar and a big glass of red wine. She laughed loud, mesmerizing the vibe in the space. She seemed to move in slow motion.
   He sat with her and told her about different worlds; experiences beyond what she had seen. She told him about places like Atlantis; underwater dimensions where paradise dreams are real.
   He lay there and meditated, upon her bosom. The beating of her chest felt like home to him. She was luxury - right there at his fingertips. He was unsure of how to handle her. To him, she was such a precious jewel. She shined bright; brighter than he remembered anyone else shining in his life.
   So the sweet exchanges translated into being in each other's presence, kisses 'pon her forehead and shoulders, neck and wrists. She allowed him to adorn her and she was more than grateful. An organic exchange.
  Through the night, she moaned in his ear and called his name out...several times. Their energies intertwined in this divine dance - neon colors of the Universe that he could see right there in the air, of the space they shared.
How can she be so magical? He thought. And at that moment, he felt magic of his own reawakening in his skin. Their bodies danced through the night. Her lioness roars sent chills up his spine. His baritone kept her juices flowing. On and on, through  the night, through the break of day - and then sunlight.
He didn't want to, not one bit, leave her but there were duties that called. She smiled; the break of sunshine resting on her high cheekbones and her eyes still closed.

"So, you just gonna leave me?" She asked him.
Though she spoke in a playful tone, he assured her that his leaving was temporary.

"I'll be back for what's mine," he told her.
Just then, as she opened her eyes in shock, he was there in her face with his lips pressed against hers. Not used to being surprised by men, she encouraged his expressions. It was furthermore confirmed, that he was the man that she had asked, and prayed, for.

Amen.
He walked away from her residence, remembering the several minutes of bedside banter they had shared just moments prior.
I'll call her tomorrow-or better tonight. I need to make sure she's mine, he thought to himself. He reminisced to her smell, the way she moaned his name, how her hair felt. He even took a whiff of his fingers, wondering: how is it that I could feel her whole body-so deeply-last night, and I wasn't even inside of her. Damn...
He looked down and saw an incoming text message from her. Right there, he had his answer.
The text read simply "Mermaid Pussy, baby love. Welcome..."

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