White lace drapes beautifully over smooth wonderfully fragranced, moisturized sensuality. It holds two lips in its embrace tightly; Wet flesh peeks through its intimate opening not so subtly, visually, pleasing aesthetically. It is usually worn with heels and a lace plunge babydoll, in a combination that enthralls sexually. They are panties that do not need to be removed for oral or penetrative pleasure in the heights of ecstasy. From behind, what lies in-between white lace, protrudes beautifully and even more prominently — leading to a wet picturesque magnificent entry.
The marrow of my soul calls out for loving warmth from the desolate cold. In the sea of sorrow I am unmercifully lashed to and fro. There is no lifeboat; memories of past love is my only prospective rescue. The hypothermia of the cold water slowly sets in, and I am listless — resigned to my fate. In my endless wading, for love’s reemergence I wait, but the moon’s pull causes the tide to rise; I am numb, I am so numb, both outside and inside. My foolish pride I did not cast aside. Why could I not tell her right then and there that if she walked away from me, a part of me would die ? If I must perish from the cold alone, I can at least say that I tried with everything within me to survive, but love is so difficult to find. My perpetual teardrops fall into the deep dark water that envelops me and are dissipated gradually into its dense salinity. The imminence of total immersion is upon me; after the next furious wave of sorrow, I shall be no more. I must quickly transcribe my own epitaph in solemn whispers, invoking passion and recalling intimacy in the warmth of the summer. My sincere letter;
Dear Love,
If you should find my body, resurrect me in the healing of your affection and intimacy. Let me be broken from the shackles of pain and desolation and be set free; let me find an angel who will set me upon her mighty wings as I cry and take me up into the night skies — flying over the dark and deep waters that made naught the tears I cried and from which I was inexplicably revived.
Tonight, hold me and let me me cry long held tears of pain in my vulnerability. Let your hair brush against my solemn face and kiss me in my weeping. Allow me to find comfort in the warmth of your breasts and peacefully sleep, finally finding my elusive rest. Tearfully, let me tell you all the things that you mean to me in sincerity; let me breathe the breath that you breathe and passionately give you all the love that is within me. Let me wash your hair in the wonderful aroma of nourishing conditioner with chamomile and lavender and blow-dry your flowing river right after. I find solace in the simple things, like watching you roll the length of your hair with curlers or seeing you moisturize your skin with body butter in the vanity mirror. Just your presence alone saves me from mental anguish and its terror. I adore the subtle intimacy of your loving whispers; tell me your feminine secrets, for I am in love with you that deeply. Let me see what you see and feel what you feel in all the ranges of your sensitive emotions, not just when you are happy. With love, you restore the pieces of my once shattered heart, slowly and methodically. What can a mortal render to an angel, save what he himself is and hopes to be? I give you even the marrow of my bones, my heart, and the very essence of me. I turn to you my angel; I turn to you, and you look upon me with gentle eyes. The words I transcribe from the bowels of my mind would have to be written in the ink of white gardenias, crushed rose petals and tears to even begin to describe the deep intimacy of my emotions. I love you with a transcendent love that pierces the clouds and touches heaven’s gates; tonight, my sweet love — hold me, sing to me, and lovingly caressmy face.
For so long, she was away from him And shed tears that were carried in desolate winds; Now, joyous tears fall onto her hair From the face of an exceedingly loving man, And in the warmth and tight grip of his embrace, She is safe and loved again.
The greatest tragedy would be the disappearance of your beautiful face from the index of my memories. In my blindness, I would try to find you; In desolate darkness, unceasingly, I would loudly call for you — hoping to be again in your embrace. In the darkness, I would kiss you, then gently touch the contours of your face, to rediscover your angelic beauty that escaped me and to make sure I never lose you again in the corridors of my memories. I would keep you in the depths of me in a place where there are large full bloomed roses, peaceful fuchsia rivers, flawless blue diamonds and celestial redwood trees. I would brand you upon the chambers of my heart so you could be a part of the life that flows through me and the breath that I breathe.
Her dripping elegance and subtle sensual elements are a commanding presence that shows a distinct feminine strength and unsurpassable confidence. She is well versed in politics, business, haute couture, literature, and world events. She enjoys frequent sex and kinkiness complete with black lace, ropes and whips — and she doesn’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. She masturbates at least once a day; twice, if she has more time to play. Her two favorite vibrators are her best friends, and she has no inhibitions about using them. She is particular in who she selects in men, and she generally doesn’t keep other women as friends. She likes nice things, but she is still cognizant of what she spends. Daily, she turns down dogged pursuits by several men. She is a once divorced woman with no intention of ever getting married again. She is sexy, but to truly know her, is to hear the utterances of her heart and to discover the love she truly wants. She is sensual and desirable, but to sincerely converse with her, is to know her beauty on a transcendent level. Some disparage her with hurtful whispers and say things to others about her that are malicious; but still, she lives boldly, comfortable in the woman she is, stepping flawlessly in six inch stiletto heels, and radiant in the light of her spirit that her gorgeous smile reveals.
My love, If you should ever leave, Take the beautiful parts of our moments, And replant them in the rich soil Of your fertile and loving heart So I can grow again within your soul And be immersed in the depths of you forever; Remember the way I loved you without fear— Remember the sincerity of my joyous tears. Nurture me within your wondrous essence, And carry me with you wherever you may be. Let me breathe the breath you breathe, And let me feel the emotions you feel. Hide me away within the chambers of your heart, And let me sleep in the comfort of your heart beat. Let me arise in the beauty of your hazel eyes, And be your subtle strength when you cry. If you should ever give your precious love to another, Preserve our most loving memories together So my deep roots do not slowly die and my petals do not wither. Allow me to flourish within you, even In the harsh and bitter cold of the winter; You do not have to keep the door of your love Wide open for me, but please, just keep The door slightly cracked so I can at least peer through and see any love you have left for me; And if not, let me cry my final tears And fade away from you, quietly.
Midnight sensuality releases beautiful intensity; After many years together, two lovers still Lovingly Please each other thoroughly— Experienced hands stimulate The pleasure points of a Receptive body perfectly. Her feminine needs are not forgotten; The importance of foreplay Is definitely not lost on him. Slowly, they intertwine in intimacy; They whisper loving things to each other In-between kissing deeply. Under soft light, they make love to each other passionately; Sexual sounds indicate the Progression of eroticism As an eager tongue leads to The first of many orgasms. Time is of no concern when lovers have all night erotic marathons; The dawning of the morning light Brings the rich taste of Irish coffee And caps off a passionate night Of wonderful ecstasy.
It’s the way he holds her; It’s the impassioned kisses on her neck, back, and shoulders; It’s the emotion in the words of his sensual whispers; It’s his dedication to her pleasure; It’s the intense fire of his erotic nature; It’s the deep love in his eyes when he longingly gazes at her;
It’s the way his tongue licks around her nipples when she rides him; It’s the way she releases on his girth over and over again when moaning; It’s the unbreakable bond between them; It’s the scorching heat of their shared passion; It’s the way he takes his time with her and appreciates her natural beauty; It’s the way he expresses himself to her and loves her unconditionally.
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