My Womb; Another planet

My womb is a place of birth.
It conflicts with the emotions of my heart.
His intentions are to reside within and be reborn.
But he does not know it and he takes advantage.

He wants to glide inside and have me ride but no I do not have the time,
See pretty young thing I am a queen to be esteemed.
These walls are not meant for many men's pleasures,
you cant just slide up in and out on any endeavor.
It takes time, patience, and love to grace these walls.

But when entered I want you to knock down every expectation I had,
Make me glad to open my walls up to you and allow this feeling to take over my body.
I do not want to care how loud I scream because I am rejoicing for God placing you this way.

The way you murmur my name reminds me of who I am because got damn you made me forget
The way you slow stroke and put pressure on these hips, you pull my hair and place kisses on this lips.

My womb is a place of birth.
It conflicts with the emotions of my heart.
I cannot look at you the same because the person you introduced me to is beside myself.

I have met sensuality and she calls at me at the most inappropriate times. I daze off at the dinner table and I find that after I sip my iced tea my lips are not the only thing that stays moist see you, have gotten me this way.

Enter my womb the way you entered my heart.
Slow and carefully.
Listen to my breathe and stroke my chest as it heaves up and down.
Learn my body and tend to its needs as I loose myself to your instruments keys.

Press my buttons and probe my heart, testing my limits and learning my art. Don't treat this room as a place of pleasure, treat my womb as a sacred treasure, a place where your babies will grace this world...a place where we can join in our own planet....my womb is a place of birth where I nurse you back to health.

I cum in peace.