a sweet Sultan lingers on the air
a passionate tang of sun and sweat
my body craves such a man
body powerful from a hard living
yet still so classy
refined touch feeling him deep when he kisses me
potent seduction I am intoxicated
his spell is strong
an Arabian prince
dark flashing stare
a golden gleam to his tanned skin
his touch silky on my body
he lights my tender spots
my feelings caress his darkness
he drills my sex, oil struck
when I orgasm for him
his lust keeps me coming
my desire whets my appetite
his cold resolve turns me on
he isn’t in love
this is an affair
his mistress over affection
he adores me
but he isn’t one to settle down
wild as the wind he pours over the open deserts
my flesh is his oasis
Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously I look forward to your visits ❤️
Chère C.,
Not one to settle down is not necessarily the problem.
A couple of those may be convenient.
One who sees you as the oasis and one to hoover an put the garbage outside?
And who says you can’t be the sultan?
Your poem opened my eyes to many possibilities!
That’s what good work is supposed to do: be mind blowing….
Next one please…..
Kind regards, Gus
hello Gus thank you for such a beautiful comment though I couldn’t be a Sultan because I like a man who leads ❤️
A well written piece! “)
thank you graciously dearest Me hi there ❤️