Starlight holds two lovers
In its vast embrace;
Souls intertwine flawlessly
And dance beautifully
In an intimate space;
From their romantic hearts,
The love they have
For each other radiates;
As he kisses her passionately,
He holds her tightly
In his loving embrace—
Her flowing hair brushing
Against his rapturous face.
In his arms, she knows
That she is loved;
In his arms, she knows
That she is safe.
I do not regret being vulnerable with you, for in my vulnerability I found something beautiful that was hidden within me. Even though we broke apart, still, I love freely. Still, I think about your gorgeous smile and your ethereal natural beauty. I told you that I would always love you, and I do; I told you that my heart belonged to you, and my words were true. I told you that I marveled at the length and texture of your hair and it beautifully grew. I felt a transcendent joy in me when I first passionately kissed you. My eyes conveyed the utterances of my heart when I first made love to you. You were my breath; I couldn’t breathe without you. The raw essence of my depths felt for you and loved you when you cried about the hurt you had endured. You had a calming voice that even the heavenly angels could never ignore. You are no longer mine and I am no longer yours, but still, I send you loving whispers, that I hope you hear when you are asleep. I pray for your happiness with whoever you may be with. In my heart — towards you, there is no ill will or bitterness. In the solitude of discovering the depths of myself, I have found my rest, though sometimes I long to lie in the warm comfort of your breasts. Long before we met, I had learned that a man must not be scared to be vulnerable or show emotion to properly love a woman; I had learned that you must capture her heart and mind first, for her bodily reactions are an extension of her emotions. There were times that I was solemn in your presence and told you things about my deep ongoing pain that has caused me melancholia for many years; it was the way that you embraced me and encouraged me, that brought me to tears. I turned my face away from you, but you pulled me back lovingly and kissed me; the words you whispered to me still linger in my memory. I count myself lucky to have deeply explored true intimacy. Few women are truly remembered, though there have been many. There is nothing like a woman’s love. There are flowers, valleys, the moon, the stars, the sun and beautiful scenery, but there is nothing more beautiful than a woman in her natural capacity. There is not more gorgeous a mystery than a woman in the stillness of quiet and subtle beauty. Love, come again and find me. Oh, heaven, send your healing light to comfort me. In my contemplation, I explore my many intricacies. Rummaging through the content of my heart and soul, still, I make unexpected discoveries.
The sexual rush from just a light brush;
The anticipation of beautiful pleasure
Immeasurable on another wonderful level;
The deep kisses when soft wetness
Receives the length of rock hard thickness;
The beauty of protruding nipples, sensitive with erectness;
The gorgeousness of orgasmic intenseness
After a long pause of sensual silence;
The sounds of pleasure when she
Sweetly releases that are endless.
Nancy Wilson – The Very Thought of You
It is the silence in-between screams
that signals a coming intense orgasm
in the heights of unadulterated intimacy;
She breathes deeply and holds her breasts
as she closes her eyes and releases beautifully.
Her lover pauses to watch the shuddering of her body
and to share in the wonder of her intensity;
He sucks and licks her toes and says to her,
You are so beautiful, whisperingly.
“So I said, ‘Chanel N° 5’.”
—Marilyn Monroe
His erect hardness rubs against her vagina as they sensually embrace each other. They kiss under warm water like nothing else matters. Earlier, she couldn’t help but notice his cock protruding, stretching the fabric of his boxers. He knew she was peeking, but he closed his eyes as if he was sleeping — pretending not to see her. It was then, that she pulled down his underwear and took his thickness into her mouth, sucking on him as her fingers found the source of her pleasure that was dripping with the longing of her passion. His manly hands firmly gripped her hair, bringing her mouth down to the base of his throbbing cock; she knew that he didn’t want her to stop, but she teased him, licking around the head of his erectness then pausing to deepthroat the length of his thickness, again and again. Her clit throbbed with engorged excitement as she listened to the sounds of his moaning — wanting to feel him inside her, she moaned with him; she then straddled him with extremely wet anticipation awaiting his passionate insertion. She kissed him passionately and slowly as the thick head of his cock first went in — they both moaned as she fucked him, his mouth giving her sensitive erect nipples much needed attention. Ride me — fuck me, he whispered erotically, after holding her waist and bringing her down on him roughly. She let out several screams as he guided her hands to his neck and said, Fucking, choke me. With her hands around his neck, she rode him vigorously until the pleasure of his dick took away her breath. She moaned, saying his name between screams, lost in the pleasure of passion as if she was in a sexual dream. She wanted to be his whore and swallow every last drop on her knees; she wanted to appeal to his sense of eroticism, whispering, Cum for me baby; cum, please. And they both did , after several more moans and several more minutes of fucking. He turned her around and was happy to please her in her second favorite position. After the passing of an hour, they jumped into the shower to wash and lather each other and do it all over.
Just her mere presence calms his troubled heart;
the tranquil tone and beautiful cadence of her voice,
is powerful therapy and potent medicine for his soul.
With her, he can let his guard down and be vulnerable;
with her, he can tell things that have never been told.
With her, he can weep in the warmth of her bosom
and find the peaceful sleep that has always eluded him.
Intimacy between them is that of two beautiful spiritual beings—
he can walk in pitch darkness, for her loving eyes see for him.
He ignores the crippling noise, because he only truly hears her voice.
She whispers beautiful words to him when he is sleeping
and passionately kisses him, before and after his awakening.
She clearly sees what other women couldn’t see in him;
In his silent contemplation, she leaves him in joyous tears
with a heart of love and in the depths of indescribable feelings.
Intimate Compositions 