Your time of sorrow and weeping is but for a season, for the stars affectionately shine upon you because your heart is beautiful — and since your inception, you have unknowingly lived and breathed in the company of angels.
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Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment. —John 12:3 (KJV)
And behold a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment,
And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment. —Luke 7: 37- 38 (KJV)
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Oh, beautiful Angel, see the state of my longing soul and the immensity of my sorrow — release me from the desolation of today and the despair of tomorrow. Descend upon me lovingly so the shelter and comfort of your wings I can borrow. Let me abide with you and sleep peacefully as you watch over me. Sing to me sweet songs that only the heavens know. Whisper words that are beautiful and celestial. Extract the many teardrops of my pain and turn them into calming midnight rain. Embrace me as a mother with a newborn child bonding lovingly after the pain. Let me be reborn in your light at night, and in the morning, kiss me in my slumber before you take flight. Touch my eyes, and illuminate my sight. Allow my head to rest in the valley of your breasts; the magnificence of your immortal heartbeat being the source of my warmth and my rest. Leave with me many strands of your hair so with a piece of heaven, I can dry my often falling tears when I am in distress; I will reach for you, Angel, and the healing balm of your caress.
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Love is the chorus of you. You are a song with angelic verses beautiful. You are a storm — your rain is warm and sensual. You are my calm; the rapture of you is so fucking wonderful. The vastness of the love you hold is immeasurable. The secret depths of your soul are more precious than refined gold. Diamonds are your eyes; your lips are more supple and sweet than raw honey poured over the sweetest peach. Your smile is the glory of infinite starlight. You are heaven within my reach.
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May my enemies tremble before me in fear. Let my hands and the iron of my weapons be strengthened with the vengeance of my tears. May the mighty archangels bestow upon my head the golden crown of warfare. Let my adversaries vacate their fractured thrones with regretful wails and heavy tears. May their false bravery and cowardly hearts fail them when they witness the hellfire of my stare. May my mighty sword swiftly strike them with the ghostly sounds of wailing winds. May their names and history be stricken from the record and never be spoken again. If I fall in battle, to hell I will take them; let my blood be upon them and the legacy of my name be forever unbroken. When night falls silent, let my enemies lament in torment knowing that I will come for them. When I am no more, through the fierceness of the hearts of the woman that I love and my offspring, I will rise again.
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Let the falling tears of my sorrow permeate fertile soil where into roses they will one day grow. Let the song of my heart be the whispers of ascending angels. Let the stills of my life’s movie be framed and hung in heaven’s halls so that my mother can see me again. May my detractors tremble in their dreams when they see me in glory bearing sword and shield wielding prodigious power in the center of a fiery wheel. May the archangels lift me up when hell’s torment seeks to destroy me unmercifully and utterly. In my slumber let love be my constant whisper. May the nurturing nature and beautiful essence of women be honored. May light rain wash away the tears of my pain. May any obstacles be decimated on the path of vanquishment and radiance that I have claimed. When I am reborn, let them know me by another name. May I conquer forever, and may nothing again be the same.
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The savor of ecstasy is pleasurable like the taste of sweet cream slowly poured over freshly harvested and perfectly ripened deep red strawberries, or like heavy whipping cream in the highest quality rich dark Colombian coffee, sweetened flawlessly. Climactic eruption always happens with the use of a skilled tongue and fingers drenched with the passion of penetration. The feeling of oncoming explosive ecstasy is felt with distinct erotic vibrations. It could happen with deep breathing and euphoric screaming; it could happen with uncontrollable shaking and profoundly intimate whisperings. If a woman’s sexual senses are heightened enough, it could happen within seconds of her erogenous zones being touched. It is a thing of beauty to witness a woman orgasm in the depths of erotic immersion. Moments of unforgettable pleasure will be replayed in her thoughts forever. To know her body thoroughly is to know the sweetness of her, but it is only true rapture that will draw out her nectar. Soft kisses between her thighs while looking into her eyes intently, is the key that unlocks one of several doors that lead to full discovery of her erotic mystery.
The sweet taste of her is savored like Dulce de leche lingering on taste buds…so what then is the makeup of her essence? It is the mint freshness of her breath, the sensual womanhood of her breasts, her intimate spirit that vastly transcends mere sex, the prettiness of her feet that makes her goddess like aura complete, the love in her eyes that is immeasurably deep, the way her hair flows over pillows when she is asleep, the wonderful scent of her hair as if washed with heaven’s joyous tears, the heart shaped lips through which beautiful whispers are spoken and the beauty and strength of her spirit that can never be broken. She is a glorious culmination of all things feminine, like the way she sits on the edge of her bed and moisturizes her skin or the way she puts in her pear shaped stud diamond earrings. She is sweet. She is indeed sweet like crema dulce, a mouth watering craving enjoyed thoroughly and immeasurably.
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Delicacy of French cuisine is savored while eyes marvel at the beauty of intricate architecture. In a hotel suite, silk sheets flow over sensual curvature. Paris lights illuminate the erotic night. A tall blonde statuesque woman is pleased by the lover who passionately tastes her; the tingling tongue bringing her closer to orgasm as it explores the wetness of her flavor. Outside two large windows, a large structure towers over the city of love and its lovers. The heavy moaning of pleasure is so beautiful to listen to. Well hung erectness find the right depths that cause even more moans, eyes to close, and reticence to be let go. Perhaps after a long night of intimacy and fucking, the lovers will revel in the delicacy of un petit café and St. Honoré cake with chocolate in the morning. For lovers, the twilight of Paris nights are something sensually inspiring. Soft lips come together for a French kiss under a full moon in Paris.
Intimate Compositions 