In their agony they found true intimacy.
With tears in their eyes, they kissed deeply,
And all night, wept, and shared their stories;
They then undressed, and he took her into his arms gently
And made love to her passionately.
She whispered to him, You belong to me—
And looking into her eyes, he replied, Yes baby,
I love you with everything within me.
They had both suffered so much tragedy.
Without rings, in love, they are truly married.
Category: Poetry
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As if you are a still photo,
Still, in my heart I hold you,
Suspended in your most joyous moment
From the movie of our time.
I see you every waking hour;
With tears of true love—
You are framed in my eyes. -
The essence of a woman requires you to deeply love her, to draw out her long held secrets like the refreshing sweetness of well water. Move past the superficial, and explore the depths of her heart to see her sorrow, her joy, her hopes, and past hurt. You may see scars and a barrier of protection, because she is afraid of being in pain again; also, fields of flowers, because inside she is beautiful, and she loves them. She has been mislabeled, she has been used and has suffered the scourge of mental and physical abuse — so you must be delicate with her, as if holding the petals of a flower. In her soul, there is mystery and wonder, and when she loves, she loves with everything within her. In sincerity, you must hold her and serenade her soul with beautiful whispers. In her life, if she chooses you to enter, remember not to take her for granted, and to grow in love together, there must be loyalty, respect, and understanding. The importance of patience and communication must not be understated. Anger, from the inevitable stresses of life, and your interactions with her, must be separated. Present flowers to her unexpectedly to let her know she is appreciated. Whatever comes, you will face it with her and get through it together. Be her lover, her strength, and her protector. In matters of intimacy, you must learn her body and know how to touch her. First stimulate her mentally, and there will be transcendency in pleasing each other. She was made in divinity, a beautiful sculpture of the creator. Sometimes, the intricacies of her you might not easily know, so lovingly, speak to her with your heart, and with the depths of your soul.
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She was created in divinity
and born in beautiful darkness.
Her eyes, are many fires,
and her whispers, are
roses that sprout from her lips.
In her aura, there is calmness;
In her steps, a fierce boldness.
The heels she adorns exude
a subtle preeminent sexiness.
Whether formal or informal,
she is a goddess in a dress.
She is sensual, in the display
of the beautiful contours of her neck.
Under blue light, the twilight
kisses her prepossessing silhouette.
Her heart is exceedingly loving,
and her soul is gorgeous.
Violet, blue, pink, and black
are her favorite colors. -
If you should doubt my love for you,
look into the sincerity of my eyes.If you should wonder about the depths of my pain,
listen intently to the hurt in my cries.If you should love me,
love me completely and unconditionally,
with the tenderness of your heart in sincerity.If you should cast me away,
kiss me with finality, and let me go gently.If you should be my wife,
embrace me assertively, and tell me you will love me
with everything within you, for the rest of your life.If we should be together,
let us make moments to remember,
even in old age, keeping our fire—
being enkindled in each other’s desire forever. -
Overcome with intense anticipation
She touches herself in partial undress—
Taking the edge off with her fingers,
And the sounds of heavy breaths.
Listening intently for his steps,
She wants him to come in, sit,
And watch her play with herself before sex.
He walks in, and she keeps going;
Saying his name seductively
Between uncontrolled moaning.
Slowly he starts undressing,
Enticed by her sensual writhing
And the lustful words of her whispering.
The usual foreplay is skipped;
While she she rides him, they deeply kiss.
Sensually, in a circular motion
She vigorously moves her hips.
Passionate confessions are orated
Through sincere and amorous lips;
After the first wave, she holds onto him
Screaming, her body shaking
As if she was involuntarily dancing.
After the second wave, they release together;
The measure of him, deep inside her.
The beauty in their intensity
Is the height of their euphoria,
And the length of the breathtaking
Intimate silence after.
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Every touch is transcendent;
Every whisper, from seductive lips are passionate;
Every thrust is purposed;
Every zone teased, sucked, and licked
Is erogenous;Every released orgasm is intense;
Every silent second after,
An intimate reflection without pretense;Every I love you, is true;
Every answer to every concupiscent question,
Is, I do. -
The most fragile parts of me I reveal to you openly.
Without fear, I shine light on the secrecy of my vulnerabilities,
Letting go, and giving you the most intimate parts of me, willingly.
See me in my sincerity, and take me into your heart lovingly—
For I am a man of strength, devotion, and intimacy
Who has survived the bitter cold of tragedy and has loved deeply;
The seasons pass by — and many tears I have cried silently.
If you receive me, receive me completely, in my joy; in my agony. -
If I could have your love but for only one season,
I would live every second immersed in you,
Collecting the memories of your laughter,
Our intimacy, and the beautiful silence after;
I would hold you tightly and kiss you frequently,
Daily, cherishing your loving whispers.
I would write you beautiful and sincere letters,
So I could be carried in your heart and be forever remembered;
I would love you with reckless abandon, revealing my flaws to you,
And trusting in you to understand them.
Through our strong bond, we would become one,
so you would always be with me;
I would be married to you in my heart
And the depths of my soul, eternally. -
Polished toes, peek through
holes in black stilettos.
She accepts compliments cheerfully
when they say her style is sexy,
but she already knows.
An ankle bracelet and fresh pedicure
compliment the heels she adorns;
they are not brand new
but comfortable and lightly worn.
In a sundress, she causes many heads to turn;
every other week, her toes are displayed
with a magnificent new color.
With confidence and fire,
she rules the summer;
in flats she is beautiful,
but in heels, she is like no other.
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