Intimate Thoughts of My King, I Cheated!

Lying Next To Me Is it risky to say that I love the way you feel lying next to me? The warmth of your hands on my hips, pure ecstasy. The words you whisper in my ears, complete fantasy I enjoy the way you navigate the nooks and crevices of our togetherness. Tracing your fingers down my arms, singing softly your sweet love songs. Oh, the way you plant your butterfly kisses and tell me about your dreams and wishes. Making me feel part of a hidden nation, seeing your weakness inside your strength. Praying we arrive at eternal bliss, as night meets day and they are one, The heat from the rays of the sun does not steal the moment where we begun. I can't escape from your hold. I prayed to find a love so bold. A love that controls the atmosphere, not pressured by time, not moved by space, not conformed by ligaments and joints, Just here with me because it is your choice. I was a woman when I entered in, and able to please. Tonight you put my womanhood at ease saying that you preferred to take the lead. So I let you be the man that you are, taking me to the distant stars, trying to peek into the Heavens only to land and begin again.... Is it suicide to appreciate the love you give me? It appears I die every night and you revive me with each stroke Power in my hips, tingle in my toes, shivering in my spine, I love how you take your time. How does your tongue know where to go? How do you know when to hold me tight and when to let go? Does my body betray my secrets? Do you have the ability to read my thoughts? Is the path directed in my moan? Is it the time we spend alone, talking through the night, that provides you the insight of loving me completely, endlessly, romantically, sensually loving me tenderly? Then snuggling close, inhaling me, molding your body into mine, and lying next to me. What our words created, our minds entertained. When the conversation became overheated, and the words burned holes in the pages, our bodies created the images of the ideas that were discussed. We melted together, turning into caramel covered pretzels, twisting into a place of lustful desires to mirror the images of the thoughts created in our minds. Our bodies performed what our imaginations created, and our fingers became architects, typing words that built houses of lust. With the acts committed, I no longer questioned what is righteousness? Our actions went far beyond need and evolved into a gluttonous desire. I had cheated on the King that was calling me, while he was being dishonest with his woman. I had cheated on my King, my Morning Lover, and Night Time Conversation Partner. My King, who tucked me in, woke me up, and gave me hope for the day. He was longing to be with me and share the secrets of the universe, desiring to elevate my status. He was requesting that I be His number one lover and carry His words in my heart. With the same lips that I prayed for His blessings, I found myself kissing the heart of a man that did not belong to me, in the eyesight of My King.