If I love with everything within me again, will again my heart be broken?
Should I even recall the pain that deeply wounded me, or should it remain unspoken?
If I love again, should I love cautiously or with reckless abandon?
My intricacies are a part of me, but will I be granted understanding?
For three seasons, there was beautiful intimacy, but should I hold her in my memories?
Does my heart betray me when I say her name inadvertently?
With so many past lovers, why would my soul hold onto to her so tightly?
Should I be angry with my own heart because it loves so deeply?
Should I have ignored her betrayal because she kissed so sweetly?
Did I truly know the depths of her, or was I blinded by her beauty?
In the height of our intimacy what were the words that she whispered to me?
Is not the foremost appeal of a seductress her sensual mystery?
Do I weep for myself, or do I weep for her because of the mistrust and anguish she carried?
Category: Poetry
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Dim light falls on her, gently exposing her feminine contours
and her intimate contemplation in the night’s late hours.
To know her, is to know an exceptionally beautiful aura;
to hold her heart, is to intimately know the levels of her depths
and to hold her soul and body tightly in loving caress.
With her pulled up, the strands that are left brush against her neck.
Like the petals of a burgundy rose, she is gorgeous and delicate.
With or without heels — she is sensual in her steps.
She gives of herself and exudes love with every breath. -
In the waves of pleasure of her eroticism,
She is deeply immersed and overtaken. -
Sometimes, she goes to Frederick’s, other times—
Victoria’s Secret, to purchase her sexy lingerie sets.
She especially likes white lace thigh highs
and matching bras that compliment her breasts.
Occasionally, she gets white satin corsets
with matching white lace garter belts.
She may wear crotchless panties if she is feeling really sexy.
Additionally, stiletto heels and full MAC makeup
with her hair pulled up, would make her look
like an erotic goddess in any man’s fantasy.
With black stiletto heel sandals, she would be
ultra sexy in a black V lace–up teddy.
In an evening romance lace and mesh babydoll set
she would definitely be the ultimate threat.
Her dark purple pedicured toes, would be a
beautiful sight to behold, peeking through
a white open cup bodystocking fishnet. -
Kiss me passionately, and revive my broken heart, my angel.
It was after three seasons of unhappiness that I had to let go.
Instead of exuberance and intimacy, there was sorrow;
Instead of loyalty and love, there was deep betrayal.
Hold me in your warmth my angel, and give my heart
A reason to mend and in love, to be made whole again.
Whisper beautiful things to me in the wonder of the twilight,
And show me true love, to bring my soul back to life. -
Pointed toe stilettos
over black stockings
conceal the dark purple
pedicure she had recently gotten.
Faithfully, every two weeks
she takes care of her feet,
to the delight of her husband.
During sex, he likes to suck her toes,
and he spoils her rotten.
Her closet is filled with
stiletto heel sandals,
sexy stiletto boots,
and a wide variety
of Louboutin
red bottoms. -
For so long she’s wanted him.
Impatiently — she awaits,
Extremely aroused in her longing.
There is no escaping the erotic
Nature that drives her. -
In her eyes, there is a beautiful mystery.
She longs to be kissed and held gently.
There is so much wonder in the uncovering
Of her eroticism and incredible sensuality.
She loves deeply and wants to be loved unconditionally.
You must truly love her, to know that she
Expresses herself foremost through intimacy;
To have her heart, is to have love in all its transcendency.
The taste of her lips are as sweet as honey.
Her loving warmth, is the beauty of her femininity.
To experience the depths of her heart,
Is to make a wonderful discovery. -
I see the pain in you that others can’t see;
I see the angelic light of your beauty;
When you speak, I listen intently;Where they see chaos and dysfunction,
I see, beautiful intricacies.When they call you whore,
I call you a gorgeous woman
whose depths are yet to be explored;When they say they hate you, I say, I love you.
When they turn you away,
I take your hand and tell you to stay;When they whisper vile utterances,
I tell you how beautiful your aura is.When they call you worthless,
I hold you in my warm embrace
with your head against my chest
and tell you that you are worthy of true love
and nothing less. -
You are beautiful in your speaking.
You are beautiful in your awakening.
You are beautiful in your sleeping.
Intimate Compositions 