I was not worthy of such a thing that would find me and wrap my wretched coldness in its warmth, taking all of me and immersing my brokenness in its healing power unconditionally. In my fragile state, I did indeed see, but I couldn’t see clearly, and I foolishly pushed love away from me. I swore a solemn vow to never again allow passionate kisses upon my lips, lest I fell in love again only to be left emaciated in a desolate wilderness — but love is patient, and it sought me and though I lied listlessly in total decimation, gradually back together it brought me and took the raw diamond that is my soul and shaped me, and kissed me, and with tenderness, polished me relentlessly so that now I shine brightly. Now, in my eyes, there is a transcendent clarity that allows me to quickly distinguish true love from false pretense and vanity. Many lovers have said many beautiful words to me in the heat of our desire, but the essence of intimacy is much more than what is conveyed physically. In my moment of truth I was left devastated when I called upon those I thought had truly loved me, but reality is as cold as one thousand Siberian winters endured consecutively. I could never render anything to love and the depths of emotions that it has given me. Love, you are radiant in your beauty.
-
The verses of your soul are written in the depths of my heart, flowing through me and resurrecting long slumbering memories that had been buried deeply and that now whisper to me constantly, haunting me beautifully, driving me to confess silently as my tears fall within four walls that bear the marks of the passion and the torment of my secrecy.
-
Sade – Mermaid
-
Quincy Jones ft. Al B. Sure!, James Ingram, El DeBarge, Barry White – Secret Garden (Extended Version)
Alternate version with prelude:
-
Immersion in exultation was never deeper. The taste of rapture was never sweeter. Intimacy was never so ardent. Femininity was never so delicate. Shimmering skin was never so celestial. There is no greater mystery than the depths of a woman’s levels. There are many wondrous creations under heaven’s golden streets but nothing more beautiful. The journey of discovery to find the depths of her is a marvel. To have her love is wonderful. To cry tears of joy with her as her hair caresses falling tears is indescribable. To protect her is an honor. To commit to her is the bonding of two fires that came together and grew stronger. To give her your heart is to completely trust her. To listen to her sincere utterances is the beginning of truly knowing her. To kiss her passionately is the conveyance of deep emotions silently. To keenly listen to the sounds of her ecstasy is to thoroughly know the essence of her mind, soul, and body.
-
Insatiable craving gradually heightens until there is gorgeous release from just kissing and the brush of fingers against the skin. Vibrations of the rhythm of the tongue stimulates the sensitive ridge that is the outer source of her pleasure — skillful fingers massage the inner, until there are waves of undeniable euphoria. Legs are opened wider so that the tongue can be felt in the place of her most secret desire that was discovered, giving way to heavy breathing, writhing, squirting and then screaming. Unending craving always leads to marathon fucking and the potency of ecstasy that is replayed upon the sun’s rising and in their sleeping when erotic dreams visit them and they fuck again and again releasing intensely like a glorious waterfall with no end surrounded by white and burgundy roses in a secret garden.
-
The full weight of wet passion falls and rises continuously in beautiful rhythm on a large circumference of hardness, her breasts heaving against his chest with every deep breath as she releases again and again until there is nothing left but the echoes of euphoric screams and the erotic core of her essence. It was the skillful use of his tongue between her legs that first caused her to break the stagnant silence, looking at her lover intently as she continuously brushed her fingers against the sensitive nipples of her breasts. She reaches ecstasy easily because of the receptiveness of her flesh. All day she had been wet, waiting to aggressively mount what she had already experienced, because she knows the feeling of his depth; oh, how she loves his depth. When they fuck they always work up a good sweat from the heat of shared passion that defines the most intimate parts of them. She likes many positions, but when she is ready for an intense transcendency she rides him aggressively, assertively taking what belongs to her in exceptional ecstasy that she has to have continuously and thoroughly.
-
Today, before witnesses we confess our undying love and make known public our oneness. I am your man, and you are my woman — graceful, beautiful and feminine. Forever, let not our foundation be shaken or the sentiment of our words be mistaken, for with each other we are taken; we are eternally taken. Let your heart be my heart and my heart be your heart so we can eternally be divinely connected and steeped in each other’s feelings. Let it be written by the angels that I love you with a purity and sincerity that cannot be transcended. May the fire of our desire for each other never be quenched, and may we comfort of each other’s souls. In the bitterness of cold darkness you are my shelter of warmth and light. You are the angel in my sight. Kiss me passionately, and let me gaze upon your gorgeous adornment in white. Let us exchange the symbols of our eternal love without vain pretense and the corrosive decadence that brings ruin. Once, we were both unloved, but fate brought us together in the twilight. You are my light; my love, you are indeed my light. Without hesitation or apprehension, I dedicate myself to you for life — my love, you are my life. Still, you are there in my dreams, and you are there with unfurled hair upon my awakening. My tears are the joyfulness of my expression. Sweetheart, you are beautiful beyond measure.
When I first beheld you I wanted to hold you, and I loved you; I swear on the heavens that I loved you. Search my heart diligently, and if I am lying, then forever leave me. But you have already searched my heart, and you have seen the beauty of my sincerity. I am yours, and you are mine completely. Now, let us again kiss passionately in the congregation of our distinguished guests. Embrace me tightly — let me feel the sensuality of your lips and your breasts. May the world witness my love for you and gaze upon the truth of my depths. I give you all of me, holding nothing back, but I am not empty, for it is endless love that fills me. When I was shattered utterly it was only the hope of love that sustained me. My eyes fell upon you, and you saved me; my lady, with loving eyes you saved me. Our intimacy is something otherworldly, unadulterated in wondrous purity. The desire to please you thoroughly wells up within me. You give yourself to me totally, and on this day, I touch you delicately; in my arms, my angel, before witnesses I confess my love for you loudly and with joyful tears, I touch you delicately.
-
Satin caresses what craves to be sensually touched and what is extremely stimulated with just a light brush. After euphoric screams there is a wondrous hush; such a wondrous hush. Her hair is tangled, and she appears disheveled, but pleasure never looked so beautiful; I swear it never looked so beautiful. They call her whore, because of the expressiveness of her eroticism, but they could never reach the depths of a woman; emotionless men could never touch the soul of a woman. They are frail and are shaken when beautiful eyes gaze upon them. The secrecy of her intimacy is a lovely mystery interwoven with erotic potency that brings her and her lovers to ecstasy perfectly and easily creating a transcendent intimacy that is indescribably intense and otherworldly. She wants to be touched — sometimes delicately; sometimes roughly. The essence of her is contradictory to monotony and she remains immersed in the eroticism that she embodies.
-
Pebbles – Love Makes Things Happen
