I am of the divinity of the womb that delivered me.
I am the living heir of anguish and beauty.
I walk the path of a transcendent destiny.
I have beheld and marveled at the eyes of mystery.
In the marrow of me there is unwavering loyalty.
My soul holds on painfully to my own, and the secrets others have tearfully told me.
Loving someone from a distance can render one lonely.
I have found that there is a profound and indescribable beauty in intimacy.
I have cast off the associates I once held in my heart as friends and family.
Those who resonate with my pain I love dearly.
When I give love, I give it totally and sincerely.
I dreamt of ascension, and when I awoke I wept joyfully.
Category: Poetry
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In a state of dormancy my spirit lies within me awaiting an awakening like perennial flowers flourishing in spring but in winter withering. Of love I am forsaken. A beautiful Bruja with long gray hair once kissed me and told me that love would heal my afflictions. In violent storms of anguish the extremes are unforgiving; I am an insomniac or constantly sleeping. In darkness I awake weeping with tears streaming, reaching for the comforting caresses of affection. Closely listen for the true sentiments of my heart through my inflections. If the anguish of dormancy is my portion then I pray for a timely oasis of revitalization. A Bruja told me that undying love would find me, and I took heed to her wisdom. In the interim there is suffering. The dormancy of my soul is parched and cold. It is the purgatory of me that my eyes cannot hide. There is no vagueness in my narrative — the rhetoric of the afflicted does not lie. A Bruja collected the tears of my cries before she prophesied.
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Feminine form adorned with seductive jewelry elegantly highlighting undertones of sensuality subtly; it is appropriately sexy whether casually or formally — paired with a pedicure it can invoke the desire to thoroughly please orally. Gold resting on moisturized shimmering skin is something of beauty; the essence of a woman’s expression displayed simply, yet so wonderfully.
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Gentle touch, fingers caress face, the lightest brush; Sounds of sobbing, then beautiful hush; Angelic song is sung, in warm embrace joyous tears run; Depths of sentiments unfold, divine communication with everything told; Safety to be vulnerable; Bond of love eternal; Joining of two fires unquenchable; Strength of loyalty unbreakable; Something beautiful and ethereal; The true love that is irreplaceable; Comfort found in the arms of an angel; The power of femininity that is often overlooked for something merely sexual; Transcendence of the physical to the spiritual; Intimacy a daily ritual; Love immeasurable; You and I against the world overcoming the seemingly insurmountable; In our hearts our vows we hold; The story of our love engraved in pure gold; We wipe away each other’s tears in that secret garden where gentle winds blow; The stillness of a woman, incomparable and wonderful.
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Bring me into the womb of your secrets, for I long to be reborn in your memories, hopes and dreams. Allow me to know you deeply; keep nothing from me, so that I can love you perfectly. Please, do not hide your hurt from me — for I too have wept and lived with hurt silently. The tears of my pain have fallen like unending rain. I am wounded, deeply. If I have ever hurt you intentionally or unintentionally, please forgive me.
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What emotions are in the heart of a woman that her eyes convey so palpably and succinctly?
What deep river flows in her soul that emanates such extensive beauty?
What can a man offer to an angel that is acceptable, impeccable and irreplaceable?
How can her arua bring a calmness and contemplative stillness that is tearful and indescribable?
How can a mere gaze upon her bring a rush of intense feelings and deep desire?
What first kindled the demonstrative fire inside of her?
Oh, the absolute joy of anticipation of a sweet kiss and loving words from the fullness of sweet lips.
Who can truly discover the treasure of a woman’s secrets?
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Phenomenal
Professional
Exceptional
Wonderful
Beautiful
Sensual
are but a few of the
words that define you.
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You are beautiful with the glow of angels, the gorgeous stars claim you as one of their own. Far above where the clouds rest you are home. The sun is your crown and the earth is your throne. You are irreplaceable and wonderful; not inconsequential but special. The very aura of your beauty is exceptional; you transcend on breathtaking levels. Your kisses are healing to the heartbroken — your caresses like gentle summer rain on roses blooming. The depth of your intimacy no one can see but when shared, brings loving words, sincere confessions and joyous tears. Your calming voice expels fear. The deep well of your affectionate soul is like the culmination of heavy rain of one thousand years. You are a goddess who has seen pain and shed tears. You were resurrected from the darkness of affliction into the light of love which can never be prevailed against or overcome. You are one of one, unique in the bask of nature’s illumination. You are the origin of future nations. Destiny has shined on you favorably — you stand powerful in your womanhood and femininity. You see through divine eyes what others cannot see. Through and through you are beautiful, absolutely.
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Almond, honey and milk total lather; the softness of mulberry silk quilts, heavenly texture; first a shower, then warm bath after — immersion in perfumed bath oils at least thirty minutes to one hour; a goddess arises from her slumber in perfectly warm water, pat dries, and is wonderfully moisturized; magnificently arched eyebrows rise above almond eyes; a warm freshly laundered towel from the dryer envelops her; comfortable velvet pink vanity chair in front on vanity mirror — generous application of body butter, pulled up hair, manicured nails, feminine aura. She applies women’s dusting powder by Estée Lauder. Black satin kimono robe rests on supple softness; in expansive walk-in closet several pairs of heels, jewelry, and newly dry cleaned favorite Givenchy spring collection dress. Light sprays of floral perfume drift through bedroom. Lit beeswax candles illuminate sentimental heirlooms. Lavender color satin bedding covers pillow top California king. On vintage French ottoman bench a woman softly sings. She is a woman of the evening. In antique jewelry box lay naturally pink diamond earrings. Café Cubano sips from white porcelain coffee cup on large black marble kitchen table. The night is still young, perhaps she will slip into something sexy to conquer the town. Light blue lace panties from lace mesh bra and panties set under backless turtleneck black mini dress; black square toe heeled mules or stiletto pumps to compliment.
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A gentleman does not disclose to his friends or associates his sexual escapades or prowess. He keeps his intimate life secret, and even when prompted repeatedly he will not reveal it. He will not tell of who was in his bed or the confidential whispers she may have said. The many women he may have had or not had might speak of him favorably to other women or perhaps other men, but he would rather that his privacy not be uncovered. He is a man with many lovers who women find immense pleasure in when discovered. His methods of ecstasy are that of an experienced man who has diligently studied women’s bodies and minds more importantly. He can bring a woman to the heights of ecstasy quickly. He is confident and respectful in his approach, well dressed, and handsome. He will not have a slip of the tongue or brag arrogantly about what he may have done. The pleasure behind closed doors is kept in his memories and hers. Women know that he can be trusted not to speak of it. He can be confided in, and he will forever keep it secret. A gentleman he is, and he will never reveal it. The archive of his experiences are extensive but he will never unseal it.
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