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I am a mature woman in her early fifties. I am a writer, poet, and lover. I am what most mature women strives to become, desired by many but I only belong to one. I own my destiny and know where I am going. I liberate my readers by challenging them to find and live out the desires of their hearts and by sharing my journey through words. I believe in intimacy and want to create an intimate relationship with my followers, so when you follow me you will become one of my most cherished Lovers. I spread love everywhere I go and encourage my Lovers to do the same! Fedora loves you. Peace

Man in the Mask

Everybody gets lost sometimes, gets off the right path and ends up regretting some decisions. But how did I get here, in this place, in this existence, looking at this person. Who is he? Where did he come from? Why don’t I recognize him? He’s wearing a mask. What’s behind his?

Mr. Serious
Always ready to say what’s on his mind
Never satisfied to stay behind

Mr. Mysterious
Casting his shadows on all the he sees
Never allowing them inside

Mr. Cool
Ready for whatever goes down
Always keeping his head up around town

Mr. Looking
For the women to fill his heart
Seeking her touch on all his parts

Daddy, Lover, My Man
This is him
Serious, mysterious
Cool and
Looking for you
Coming into his world to
Make things right

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An Erotic Moment

He came to me today. Flashing that money making smile which was always his way. It has been sometime since our eyes met. But our hearts let us know that they didn’t forget. The pangs of passion that ignite simply from the connection often unspoken but never mistaken.

He touches my face. I clothes my eyes to soak in this moment so that I memorize every sensation his energy generates deep within me. I feel his hand touch the small of my back then in one swoop I am in his embrace.

“You take my breath away.” He says as he holds me so close to him. I feel all of his love in this one quick endless moment.

“Show me why handsome.” I reply, purposely taunting him.

He digs his mouth into my neck. I feel his tongue dig deep into the crevices if my collarbone. I shiver and a fire erupts deep inside me. His hands travel to my ass. He grabs my right cheek, then smacks it real swiftly. I whimper a little as I feel the juices begin to flow.

He sits me down on the stool, then spreads my legs. I feel him slide my panties to the side and suddenly his fingers are inside my pussy. I cum instantly. He holds me so close as my body shivers from the orgasm.

“You are so beautiful when you cum.” He says.

“Only you make me cum this way.” I reply.

He digs deeper inside me waving his fingers back and forth inside my pussy. He watches me intently as I cum. The esctasy on my face is all the pleasure he ever needs. But then he feels me touching him.

My hands search for his hard dick. I stroke him right in his pants. Oh how I love to watch my man become aroused. It is like watching flowers bloom. It’s the beginning of life. I cup his life force in my hand and gently massage him from the tip of his head to the bottom of his shaft. I love the feel of his hard dick in my hands.

I strok while he pushes until the heat is so intense we can’t stand it anymore. He motions for me to step down, bends me over the stool, and enters me from behind. I collapse on the seat of the stool as the wave of orgasm tear through me making my legs weak.

“Hold still beautiful. You’re going to take this!” He says as he thrust his hard dick inside me.

Slowly he fills me with all the love he has been with holding. He motions for me to move towards the couch. He lays me down. His eyes say so much as he goes inside again. He kisses me softly on the lips. Slowly he enters me while his tongue caresses my lips. When he finally reaches his destination, I arch my back and let out the loudest moan. He got me.

“Yes, I am yours!” I say repeatedly.

He continues to make love to me, devouring every part of me sexually until I surrender. He lifts my legs and pulls me close. He strokes and watches my response. I arch my back to receive more of him and he gives more. We continue simultaneously until he erupts inside me.

“Oh my God” I scream as the life force enters me.

“I love you my goddess.” He says.

All from a smile.

Forever by The Floacist featuring Musiq Soulchild

Lovers,

I am so happy to see The Floacist still doing her thing. I am the biggest Floetry fan. I bet you can guess why. Their style combined my love of music and poetry together. Priceless!!!

Enjoy!


Hey
How are you doing,
Love?

Some don’t understand
How could they understand?
They don’t believe in love so
Why would they believe in us?

When everything changed
I had you
When my life was rearranged
I had you
When I hit rock bottom babe
I had you
When I thought I’d been forgotten babe
I had you
When I faced all my fears
I had you
When I thought nobody cared
I had you
And that’s why

Whatever you want from me
You know you got it
Whatever you need baby
You’re gonna get it
You got me forever
You got me forever

Listen,
In so many ways baby
You’ve helped me, to grow
There are so many things love
You’ve helped me to know
If we did it all again baby
I’d choose you
Cause there is no end
We’re never through
And that’s why

Whatever you want from me
You know you got it
Whatever you need baby
You’re gonna get it
You got me forever
You got me forever

I can feel you in my soul
Your love it always shows
I can feel you in my heart
You’ll never let me down
Together we’ll grow up
Higher and higher
This lifetime is not the first lifetime
This lifetime is not the last lifetime
I’ll never let you down
This is a real love
A true love
And that’s why

Whatever you want from me
You know you got it
Whatever you need baby
You’re gonna get it
You got me forever
You got me forever

Whatever you want from me
You know you got it
Whatever you need baby
You’re gonna get it
You got me forever
You got me forever

Written by Michelle Sanders, Jim Stewart • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management US, LLC

Love’s Touch

I have a love
His touch springs up
Butterflies in my tummy
Just thinking about him
Brings a smile to my face

In my eyes he is wonderfully
And perfectly made
His flaws are his crowns of glory
Shining through as he conquers them
For he is not his flaws
And they are not who he is

For nothing made so perfectly by God
With such a pure heart
Could ever be looked upon
As something bad