See yourself in her.
Her struggles.
Her agony.
Her alienation from family.
Feel the levels of her depths
in every breath.
Feel the heavy weight
of her anxiety and stress.
Hear the lament in her speech
and in yourself.
Revisit your childhood trauma,
and take heed that her story
may be similar.
Go past her exterior,
and see all the elements
that make her.
Through a symphony of moaning, your body tells me of its longing.
I am passionate in my approach and intent in my listening.
To please you, is more than just mere expressions of the physical;
It is primal passion, long lasting, mixed with something ethereal.
I immerse myself in you, after a red sky fades into the night
And the color of the sky becomes midnight blue.
You hold onto me, tightly, shuddering uncontrollably,
Unable to express to me what you feel, verbally, but I know; baby, I know.
I must venture deeper to capture the raw essence of your primal heart;
I want you to tell me the secrets of your erotic desires, as if we were long distance lovers.
Whisper to me, not what I want to hear, but the things you’ve wanted to try for years.
Our intimacy started when I kissed your neck and shoulders, as you let down your hair.
The beauty of your aura must be appreciated, so I step back and stare;
With sensual eyes, I step back and stare.
I close my eyes to savor the moment, and when they are again opened, a goddess is there.
A beautiful goddess, with long flowing waterfalls for hair, is standing there.
He remembers every intimate intricacy of her sensuality,
the taste of her intensity, and the reaction of her body.
His uninhibited soul, kisses her deeply and wildly.
The silent anticipation is quickly drowned in screams
and unquenchable erotic whispers in-between.
See her in her transcendence;
Witness the travail of her awakening .
Listen to her wails as she sheds the pain.
See her standing in angelic form,
Her broad wings sheltering her from dark rain.
Her voice is as calm as one thousand flowing streams
Through lush valleys in spring.
Her strengths are many, and she is loving.
Her face is radiant in sunshine, and she walks on the clouds.
In heaven, with gold, her head is crowned.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
Over the flowing waterfall that is her hair, there is a golden crown.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
They think they know us.
They think we’re the same.
They seek notoriety
And take the austerity
Of our suffering in vain.
But in the silent depths
Of our darkness and unending pain,
We remain invisible
And unnamed.
“In that day the Lord with his sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan the piercing serpent, even leviathan that crooked serpent; and he shall slay the dragon that is in the sea.” —Isaiah 27: 1
Job Chapter 41.
When she wasn’t there for him
his tears blew in the wind,
from eyes crying, because of the dying
promises that could have been.
There is no reason or validation needed to love you.
There is no rational or explanation of the feelings
within me, when I hold you.
There is nothing in all the worlds more beautiful than you.
There is too long a list, to write the traits that define you.
There is a particularly wonderful aura about you.
There is no uncertainty that my heart belongs to you.
There is a certain silence after intimacy that
denotes to your heart all of the words that my
mouth wants to tell you.
In pain, the soul wails,
And the depths of her cry out.
The fallacy of normalcy, is no more.
She is tormented, but lucid;
The potency of her agony
Is measured in piercing screams.
It is the wounding of her being;
The severity of agony finally revealed.
It is the culmination of years of pain
And of things unseen.
Intimate Compositions 