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The person who cared for you and loved you when you were most vulnerable is truly your angel.
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That a woman could understand me and we hold each other tearfully, is a higher level of intimacy that is incomparable to anything physical. To forgo a temporary night of pleasure because I treasure her is a sentiment that is spiritual. To lovingly convey to her that I desire for us to be of one breath, forsaking all others, until death, is an act that is deeply sentimental. When we are of one body who she was with before me is inconsequential. If she is in my rapture, I will unconditionally love her forever; my vows are not vain utterances or ineffectual words on paper. In a peaceful place under the sun, with an abundance of flowers, let us all gather together to witness a ceremony of passionate kisses, backless silk white dresses, and loving whispers. The exchange of rings is symbolic of the giving of ourselves to each other. She is radiant with the gold necklace that belonged to my late mother. She is an angel, for all I have is her.
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I dreamt of you. There was intimacy of mind and body in perfect harmony. The navigation of your body was a slow process like the southward sweetness of molasses. You seductively removed your glasses in our fiery moment of passionate kisses. I made love to you like you had been away from me for years, never fading from my memory, framed in loving tears.
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Black Widow beautiful, untamable, terrifyingly calculating on wealthy men blinded by ecstasy — unaware, frighteningly vulnerable. Her tongue is a tool of magic that can easily turn the tables. The depth of primal lust for her: the unbridled desire is insatiable. Her sexual flower is extremely beautiful, wonderfully fragrant, and wet like white gardenias in morning dew. Her exquisite fucking is irresistible; her breasts are sensually supple. Sweat beads on her feminine flesh when she rides hard in the saddle. The scent of her essence is the most expensive Parisienne perfume. Her venom is most potent when she softly says, I love you. Barely after one sensual session men desperately want her to whisper, I do. So many hastily run to their own impending doom. Her heart is dark, but her ravishing smile can light up a room. Perfectly manicured feet are concealed in size 7 pointed toe heels. She is well traveled; her favorite haunt is Hotel TwentySeven in the Netherlands. Again and again she breaks even the strongest men. Instantly they are entangled in her silk web of smooth words and erotic overtures. You could make love to her wonderfully with sincere intimacy while reciting beautiful poetry of everlasting fidelity, but she would never be yours. The verses of her song are entrapment, and death is her chorus. She once loved but was betrayed of love. She once tearfully gave her all, but her heart was shattered in the chilled winds of a late and bitter fall. If you look closely one can see eyes of beauty devoid of love and empathy. Her psyche is an intricately unemotional and psychotic mystery. The art of her seduction is a master class in eroticism unattainable by the majority. She casts her spell of calming lullabies. When her husband is asleep she kisses him and whispers her final goodbyes — unleashing the terror within her. There he lies in an elaborately crafted bed adorned in a light blue satin pajama set appearing to be in deep sleep, but he is not alive. There is an updated life insurance policy on his nightstand, newly signed. He’s a seventy year old gentleman with a documented heart condition given a substance the medical examiner will never find. She stares at him in silence through lifeless eyes and smiles; then she dials three numbers with hysterical cries, weeping, screaming venomous lies.
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Midnight silk draped over beauty conceals deep want. Fingers don’t touch heightened desire directly, instead silk is pressed against erogenous flesh. The soft fabric is an erotic conduit. The experienced tongue proficiently teases through it. Silk rubs against what is already wet and what is receptively erect. Silk outlines passionate lips with every deep breath. The sensation causes the receiver of pleasure to beg for more. Sensuality is delivered methodically and intentionally slower for a buildup of yet to be released intensity. Waves of pleasure take over. Midnight silk moves beautifully like many oceans coming alive after high tide. The beauty of the moment is not simple to describe. Midnight silk hides jet black hair, soft skin, and closed green eyes. Pulsating wetness screams for something well endowed and exceptionally hard inside. Writhing coupled with moans of passion cannot lie. Length and wonderfully significant width facilitate an extremely passionate midnight ride. Silk slowly slips down her back like winter ice gradually falling away from snow capped mountains in spring. Midnight foreplay leads to midnight fucking. The intensity of desire is sustained even after several orgasms. Midnight silk is drenched along with pink lace and satin.
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When we cry together, know that I am your protector, lover and strong shoulder forever. Never forget, that when it storms I am your shelter. The depths of love have shown me secret paths that have transformed my once hardened heart and have made me better. I mean every word in every vow made to you, down to the letter. I was broken; so shattered — I sought healing through many sexual encounters, but there was still an emptiness, though I had many lovers. True intimacy is so much more than fleshly pleasure. I held you and kissed you the first night. I admit, that I wanted you, but a beautiful transcendency took a hold of me, and unexpectedly I uttered through a sincere whisper, Let’s just talk more and get to know each other. I listened intently to your life story as we lied together, and you moved me like no other. Baby, I swear you moved me like no other. It was then that my soul stirred within me, and I said to myself silently, I love her; I truly love her.
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Kiss me with a euphoric vigor, and before you leave me forever, tonight again, be my lover. Allow me to make love to you one last time and leave the essence of my love for you deep inside. Open your heart to me so there I can forever abide; let me breathe your aura, pour out my heart to you, and look deeply into your beautiful eyes. Whisper sensually, that you will always love me, and wipe away my cries.
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