whisper on a wet skin

**Whisper on wet skin* ....Erotic poem.. Mr Solution..(Kayiwa Robertson) 0755098019 (18+ please) "Raindrops slide, like fingers down On the body of my mistress Softly tracing paths of pleasure's crown As she slumbered, but never to sleep Her dreams, a canvas, for my desire's dark sweep All I wanted is to touch her long preserved treasure, To have a sip on my master's pot of honey And taste the nectar, hidden deep within her flower She held tight my back, as a wrestler to a rope Pulling me closer, with each sensual, sweet scope Her breath is now like a person who is drowned, grasping air Gasping for life, in the depths of our desire's dark lair The two hills speared my chest like sworn oaths of roses Thorns of passion, piercing my heart's darkest closes It was a total surrender, for I lost myself in her In the abyss of her love, I found my forever shore I am hers, to do with anything Her will, my command; her desire, my everything She is up now, self-service to quench her long thirst Drinking from my soul, as her heart's deepest burst What kind of man, that lets me melt with desires, is he A master of passion, a king of sweetest plea She cried, 'Do me the scratching, wherever it itches' Her whispers guide my touch, as I ease her burning scratches Show me a new world, for this is new to me A realm of dreams, where love sets me free Am your prisoner, lost in you Will you be mine? Her eyes so red, licking her lips Inviting me to sin, with every seductive kiss For this, I childishly smiled My heart skipped beats, lost in love's sweet, tender trials My mistress was to be the one kneeling for my favors Yet, in her eyes, I saw a different, sweeter flavor May God strike me dead if I ever make you starve May my love be your solace, your forever-sheltering harbor I toured deep in her, as she moves her waist Her rhythms guided me, through love's sacred, sweet estate At this point, it was one way of no return for each of us Our love had crossed the line, where love and madness blur Already at the climax, washed me with woman's wetness Her ecstasy enveloped me, a sweet, surrendering abyss A proof of man power, compare to my master, the sojourner Unmatched vigor, a warrior's passion, my heart's thunder What have you done? What if he finds you here? Don't you fear death? Her face changed Pale with worry, yet desire still danced in her eyes A weak smile, shame on me I thought I was a secret she can hide But now exposed, our love's forbidden truth divides I cried, with my victory had given me no pleasure For in her tears, I saw the cost of our forbidden treasure It's true, a wicked runs without cause Driven by lust, our hearts beat without laws Let me find my heart's haven else where. "Perhaps in solitude, I'll heal from love's sharp spear" *The Journey to Redemption* Wandering like a cloud, lost and forlorn, I drifted, directionless and torn. My actions, avenging specters, pursued me relentlessly. A wise elder's guidance offered solace. "Your heart is heavy, young one. Unburden your soul." I confessed my tale: love, betrayal, temptation and regret. The elder's compassion illuminated redemption's path. "Forgiveness, self-compassion and making amends." Relief washed over me. "Redemption," I repeated, freeing trapped breath. *A New Beginning* Freedom's warmth lingered, yet harsh reality intruded. Destitution shadowed my newfound hope. The elder's cottage provided refuge. A nourishing meal revitalized body and spirit. *Vows and Resolve* Before the Almighty, I swore: "Never again will I dishonor another's union." The elder nodded approvingly. "Faithfulness strengthens your path." *Trials and Growth* A weak smile faded, revealing lingering turmoil. The elder's words soothed: "Vulnerability is a gateway to healing." *The Journey Unfolds* To silence whispers of the past, I sought ancient wisdom in Azura's Mountains. The revered Sage of Light awaited. With Lyra, a skilled warrior, and Kael, a mysterious mage, I braved treacherous landscapes. Mr solutions Ps Robert K: "Behind the Vestments" "Robes of righteousness, masks of pride, Concealing flaws, where love should reside. Sacred vows, now hollow and cold, Power and control, the heart doth unfold. In pulpits high, they preach and sway, Words of love, lost in dogmatic gray. Judgmental gazes, piercing the soul, Forgotten compassion, makes hearts unfold. The flock seeks guidance, finds only fear, Authority's grip, silencing tears. Institutional walls, where love should shine, Now shadows of doubt, forever entwine. Oh, priests of faith, return to your core, Embody love, not dogma's score. For in the silence, a whispered truth remains, 'Love thy neighbor' – not chain. Mr solutions Ps Robert K: Spiritual abuse is a sensitive and important topic. *Spiritual Abuse:* Manipulation, control, or exploitation by spiritual leaders or institutions, damaging individuals' spiritual and emotional well-being. *Poetic Inspiration:* "Shackles of the Soul" "In sacred spaces, where love should reign Lies a web of control, a spiritual pain Manipulative words, a heavy chain Binding hearts, stifling joy and gain The shepherd's staff, now a rod of might Guiding flock to fear, not gentle light Dogma's grip, suffocating the soul Leaving scars, forever whole In the silence, a whispered cry For freedom from the chains that lie A longing for love, pure and true Unshackled hearts, renewed anew Mr solutions Ps Robert _Dogmatic Thinking:_ Prioritizing rigid doctrine over compassion, empathy, and critical thinking. _Poetic Inspiration:_ "Doctrine's Chains" "In halls of faith, where love should shine Dogma's darkness reigns, a confining shrine A rigid creed, a heart of stone Leaving souls entombed, forever alone The mind, a prison, locked and sealed Critical thought, a threat revealed Compassion's voice, a distant hum As doctrine's chains, the heart become In sacred texts, a nuanced view Lost to literalism, anew The divine, reduced to black and white A universe of gray, lost in flight. Let's break free from doctrine's chains! I never thought I'd fall for the pastor's wife. She was kind and beautiful, but she was also forbidden fruit. I knew I shouldn't have entertained her advances, but I couldn't help myself. At first, it was just a flirtation. A smile here, a touch there. But soon, it blossomed into something more. We would sneak around, stealing kisses and moments whenever we could. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help how I felt. Christiana made me feel seen and heard in a way that no one else ever had. But now, as I look back on our affair, I realize that I was just a pawn in Christiana's game. She was using me to get back at her husband, to hurt him in the worst possible way. I feel used and betrayed. I thought our love was real, but now I see it for what it was: a revenge affair. I don't know what the future holds, but I know I need to move on. I deserve better than to be used as a tool for someone else's revenge. I feel trapped, stuck in a web of deceit and desire. Christiana's touch still burns on my skin, but I know I must escape. I must break free from this toxic cycle of lust and revenge. But as I look into Christiana's eyes, I see the depth of her pain and her desire for revenge. I see the way she uses me to hurt her husband, to punish him for his neglect. And I realize that I am caught in the middle, a pawn in their twisted game of love and revenge. I may die with these dark desires, forever trapped in this cycle of sin and lust. But I must find a way to escape, to break free from this toxic cycle and find redemption. I must find a way to forgive Christiana and myself, to heal and move on. For now, I am stuck in this abyss of desire and deceit. But I hold on to hope, hope that one day I will find my way out, and into the light. The Sacred Vow Pastor Aloysius was a highly respected man of God, known for his captivating sermons and charitable deeds. To the world, he appeared to be a devoted husband and caring father. However, behind closed doors, his family members knew a different story. Christiana, his wife, felt like a single mother, raising their children alone while Pastor Aloysius devoted himself to his congregation. He was often absent from family gatherings, and when he was present, he was distant and preoccupied. The children, too, felt the effects of their father's neglect. They longed for his attention, his guidance, and his love. But Pastor Aloysius was too busy building his reputation as a man of God to notice his family's struggles. As the years went by, Christiana grew weary of her husband's recklessness. She felt like she was starving emotionally, spiritually, and physically. The love and attention she once received from Pastor Aloysius had dwindled to almost nothing. One day, Christiana found herself drawn to Kofi, their 20-year-old gatekeeper and house boy. He was kind, attentive, and handsome. Christiana found herself flirting with him, and before long, they began a secret affair. Kofi was young and vibrant, with a strong sense of loyalty and duty. He had been working for the pastor's family for three years and had grown close to Christiana. He would often find himself looking forward to her smiles and kind words. As the months passed, Christiana and Kofi's affair continued, but the guilt began to eat away at Christiana. She knew she was betraying Pastor Aloysius, but she couldn't help herself. She felt alive for the first time in years. But their secret was soon to be exposed, threatening to destroy everything they held dear.