Seductive eyes gaze upon what they desire.
Passionate fingers stimulate erogenous zones
That cause heavy breathing and immersion in erotic fire.
She thinks of him, as she teases herself, saying his name
Through paused exhales and lascivious whispers.
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The mystery of her body is a quest in sensual discovery.
It is more than mere sex but a protracted transcendent intimacy.
Her excitement, can be hidden for only so long;
She moans expressively and longingly,
As he uncovers her secret desires with his tongue.
Her wanton eyes, tell him to keep going—
He enthusiastically pleases her in ceaseless rhythm,
As he looks into her eyes, with no intention of slowing.
She screams, releasing waves of euphoria flowing;
Over and over. Again and again. Over and over. Again and again.
Seductively, she wraps her legs tightly around him,
Whispering lubricious words, that she knows will enkindle him. -
Erotic dreams drive her to the edge of a new awakening;
In both her subconscious and conscious mind,
She finds herself fantasizing about him.
He pleases her thoroughly, sparing nothing.
She screams loudly, allowing herself to let go;
After the third wave of sensual shudders,
All inhibitions are thrown out of the window.
She kisses him wildly, whispering utterances
Of lustful desires long held back and suppressed in her psyche.
Touching a transcendent wave of pleasure,
She cannot express through words the feelings of her measure;
Deep breaths and closed eyes are all she can give.
Every moment is savored and mentally recorded.
Her bodily reactions to ecstasy become involuntary,
And she is totally wrapped in passionate intimacy.
Waiting for the next waves to come,
Again and again, she holds onto him and breathes deeply.
With every deep breath, he finds the hedonistic secrets of her depths,
And he gives of himself, until there is nothing left. -
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.
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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.
