The length and breadth of his measure find the depths of her;
She whispers gorgeous words, immersed in complete and absolute pleasure.
Slowly, up and down on him she is in rhythm, and he is so hard inside of her;
With her eyes closed, she whispers, You’re so deep —
And she is so fucking beautiful in her intense release.
Through the unbridled giving of pleasure,
he passionately expresses his love for her
and says three words in a beautiful whisper.
She longs for him in the morning, wanting to be stretched by every inch of him.
Sucking her fingers, she wishes she was sucking the length of his thickness.
Her other fingers find the throbbing source of her profuse wetness—
Maybe if she says his name three times he will appear, to fuck her hard and pull her hair.
Though she is disappointed that he is not there, she can call him so he can hear;
Her fingers move vigorously under black lace as she thinks about how she rode his face.
She desperately needs to release; her wet desires she needs to satiate,
So her butt plug she lubricates, and she places new batteries in her powerful toy that vibrates.
She is a flower who cried the day they threw her away,
but loving hands reached for her and placed her in water,
and nourished her, and deeply cared for her.
Her petals were bruised because she was misused,
and even with scars on her stem, she flourished
and found healing — under soft light, her beauty is revealing
of something delicate, transcendent, and heaven sent;
Joyous tears fall on her petals, and radiantly she blooms forever.
She is beautiful in the spring, fall, summer, and winter.
She started moaning, then screaming and uncontrollably shaking;
And it was in that moment, that she completely belonged to him.
He takes her to depths she’s never felt before,
and delicately, she rubs her clit with her eyes closed
as he sucks her beautifully pedicured toes.
He feels so good inside her, even more than he knows—
though she expresses her pleasure through her moans.
He desperately wants her to orgasm intensely.
He desperately wants her to finally let go.
In missionary he satisfies her, but from the side,
his length finds her G-spot, and his width
rubs against her sensitive clit so much better.
He wants to memorize the words of her sensual whispers
down to the very last letter, so he can find his release
when they are apart and can’t see each other.
She counts down from ten, but she only makes it to seven
before she has an intense orgasm on his hugeness again.
She wants to take control of the rhythm, so she sits on him,
but before that, she got on her knees
to taste her own passion while he was looking.
Intimate Compositions 