The quiet beauty of intimacy.
The ineffable stillness of love.
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Black silk brushes against her erect nipples;
Her wet passion, drips from the length of his two fingers.
She moans, wanting to taste his hardened thickness,
But he fingers her deeper, and makes her beg for it.
He teases her, kissing between her thighs and lightly blowing on her clit.
She rubs her pussy vigorously, releasing instantly
because she couldn’t take it. -
Her experienced fingers excite the place where the feeling of pleasure still lingers. The privacy of darkness conceals the extent of her wetness. She is passionate, and in the comfort of her bedroom she can moan as loud as she wants and spread her legs wide in a showing of her sexual forwardness; she wants to have more orgasms, not less — so she spanks herself, fantasizing about the transcendence of pleasurable roughness. She is so wet. Her ass begs for the use of her vibrating dildo, so she gets up and retrieves it, returning to her bed then deciding to ride her pillow. The stimulation of her clit feels so fucking good; she moans as she lightly pinches her nipples. Still, her ass can’t be ignored, so she turns to the side with her pillow between her legs as her ass is thoroughly pleased from the dildo’s vibrating head; recalling what she said to a past lover in an erotic whisper, to herself she says, I’m your whore, make me beg. She screams, squirting on her pillow and all over her bed.
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She sucks the full length of his cock with passion; her lips tightly wrapped around his girth
as she greedily savors the taste of him. In the darkness, her fingers find the deep wet source
of her pleasure — she rubs her clit first, before two fingers enter her. Her euphoric moans
are muffled because her mouth is full. She teases the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue;
he lies back with his eyes closed and amorously whispers to her, Take off the rest of your clothes.
Sucking him in doggy position, she spreads her legs wider — rubbing her throbbing clitoris faster;
with dripping lust he stares at her, and he wants to be inside her. He says her name again and again
through beautiful whispers, and her pussy is so much wetter. She pauses her sucking to mount him;
it’s been so long since she’s fucked him — his hugeness stretches her, and her wet passion runs down
his rock hard length like a river. They both close their eyes and count down from five so they can
cum together, but tonight she does not want him to release inside of her vagina; she quickly slides
down and places her mouth on his erect hardness as he releases. Oh, shit; oh, baby, is all that
he can muster, between tempered screams and heavy breathing. -
With every purposed thrust
and every passionate kiss,
he expresses to her how much
she was truly missed. -
Wet with anticipation,
She assumes the position
And awaits a rough spanking
Then deep penetration
To thoroughly satisfy
Her unquenchable craving. -
Lend me your love for just one season
So my wounded heart can be healed
And I can breathe again. -
Stubbornly, my heart still holds you in my destiny.
Beautiful images of our past intimacy haunt me.
Subconsciously, my shipwrecked soul calls out to you
for warmth and for rescue — exhausted, I wade in cold dark seas
holding on to shattered pieces of what was once unbroken,
beautiful, and loving; I fear the prospect of drowning,
but I am inspired by the wondrous light of the dawning.
If I should not make it to shore, let the dark waters take me to the seafloor,
where my body will be moved to and fro by the currents
until the remnants of me are no more.
Intimate Compositions 