Midnight silk draped over beauty conceals deep want. Fingers don’t touch heightened desire directly, instead silk is pressed against erogenous flesh. The soft fabric is an erotic conduit. The experienced tongue proficiently teases through it. Silk rubs against what is already wet and what is receptively erect. Silk outlines passionate lips with every deep breath. The sensation causes the receiver of pleasure to beg for more. Sensuality is delivered methodically and intentionally slower for a buildup of yet to be released intensity. Waves of pleasure take over. Midnight silk moves beautifully like many oceans coming alive after high tide. The beauty of the moment is not simple to describe. Midnight silk hides jet black hair, soft skin, and closed green eyes. Pulsating wetness screams for something well endowed and exceptionally hard inside. Writhing coupled with moans of passion cannot lie. Length and wonderfully significant width facilitate an extremely passionate midnight ride. Silk slowly slips down her back like winter ice gradually falling away from snow capped mountains in spring. Midnight foreplay leads to midnight fucking. The intensity of desire is sustained even after several orgasms. Midnight silk is drenched along with pink lace and satin.
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The underneath whispers to me incessantly with sweet promises of eternal peace. It says, The flesh is fragile and temporary; all you have to do is close your eyes and release. It comes to me in my vulnerability saying softly, Victor, I know that you are tired and that you unceasingly weep; I am the underneath — in me you will find the comfort of deep sleep. The body is still, still, storms rage beneath linen sheets. Darkness hides sorrowful eyes that weep. There is no more warmth after the heart ceases to beat. Many faces smile, but a deep and draining torment lies underneath. At the lowering, hypocrites throw roses and weep after writing bullshit carbon copy eulogies for the deceased. From foul breath and diseased teeth they utter generic garbage like, He’s now in a place of peace. On the dime of the deceased they consume alcoholic drinks, and gluttonous pigs do eat. The underneath embraces its permanent residents over six feet deep. The whispers of it still echo, urging the living despondent to finally let go.
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If I am no more in your memories, then in the darkness of night I will recite loving stories to the trees shedding leaves as if tearfully acknowledging the longing sentiments of my heart that relentlessly stalk my dreams;
I will document the pain of my soul in my many diaries, keeping the words you said to me in dormancy until I return to the dust, leaving the state of my being physically, or until the day you come back to me.
Whatever will be will be, but if nothing else, remember that I truly loved you unconditionally with distinct sincerity from a heart of love and purity. Still, even now, I would give you all of me, hoping for healing from the brokenness of my forsaken reality.
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There were three words spoken in sincerity that enraptured me. There were three words spoken clearly and softly with profound beauty. There were three words that touched me deeply. There was an overflowing of the well of joy within me. In that moment, I turned my face away from absolute beauty and wept silently. In the embrace of an angel, I too confessed tearfully that I loved her undyingly. It was a discovery of unparalleled intimacy. She kissed me passionately, cradling gently the wounded heart of my vulnerability. It was then that I let go of everything I had known and gave to her all that I had of me; the brokeness, the compassion, the pain, the love, the anxiety. She took them, holding them gently, and she placed them in the bosom of her healing femininity—repeating whisperingly the three words she said to me previously.
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Calm yourself now anxious heart — do not despair in the face of frightening fear; do not yield; do not concede to the terror that causes even strapping men to shed tears. Do not fall on your knees when bruised petals forever lie still in cemeteries. Let not the venom of anguish take you or the endlessness of darkness break you. Remain faithful to the strength that birthed you. With all your might hold on tight and take flight on the wings of angels. You are beautiful through and through. Bravely fulfill your destiny, always taking heed to the whisperings of treachery of enemies that despise even the sight of your being. Close your eyes. Familiarize yourself with the darkness. See them coming without seeing. Lay traps and counterattack with a ferocity that will devastate and utterly shatter their long-held animosity. Betrayal thrives in secrecy, but the arrogant always display their true intentions loudly. Always listen intentionally and intently for the whispers of contempt that float softly. When trepidation falls upon you it will be vanquished with the calmness and stillness of an impenetrable armor. You shed tears, yet you are exceedingly stronger. You are released from the terror that has stalked your every waking hour. You once lived in fear, but in fear you live no longer.
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Hedonistic reception ingratiates itself into the heart of deep seduction. When the fucking is over the stretched flesh of indulgent pleasure is still felt long after. The slightest brush of the tongue — then the subsequent waves of orgasmic spasms come. A vibrator first run under warm water relieves the constant pressure of wanton desire. A change of position happens on ivory linen, fueling a relentless self spanking that adds to the erotic fire that is raging. Legs stretch slightly wider to accommodate sensually infused fingers that want to play. A woman closes her eyes and beautifully releases with intensity to a musical backdrop of Take My Breath Away. She lies shuddering with euphoric emotion in perspiration that signifies the absolute vigor of her craving. Steamy nights with past lovers stalk her memory. One in particular used to use his tongue so skilfully. At her climax she whispered the familiar words she said to him so oftly, I’m going to cum; don’t fucking stop. Your tongue feels so good against my pussy… and your fingers that are inside me. After promiscuous utterances, the dopamine surge intensifies leading to a rapturous rush that can cause joyous tears to flow. The silence that comes after the pleasure is something that she well knows. She is purposed in pleasing herself with unbridled erotic intent. Each subsequent session becoming more licentious and more intense.
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Kiss me where the tears flow from endless sorrow. Whisper seductively to the darkness that stalks me relentlessly so that I can destroy it from an angle that it cannot see. Lie down with me, singing the songs that your mother beautifully sung when she cradled you in her arms. Gaze upon me in my slumber knowing that I love you and that I am totally yours. Let us intimately reach for each other in the late hours and reaffirm our vows under the moon and the stars. Close your eyes and breathe deeply as I gently and slowly explore the regions of your sensitivity. Allow me to please you with devoted sensual methodology. You are the true embodiment of beauty. I do not have to contemplate any reasons to love you — I love you purposefully. You are the remedy for the wounds of despondency that hurt me. You are the voice that echo the sentiments of my poetic heart when I suffer silently. Your affection releases me from the cruel fetters of purgatory. The burdens that you help me carry are heavy, yet you have not abandoned me. Of such unwavering love, how could I be worthy? What can I offer except to love and protect you eternally? My life is no longer my own; it is yours, my lady.
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Immeasurable beauty cannot be contained. You are various vibrant colors of flowers untamed. The soil is rich beneath you; you are crowned with the sun and heaven’s rain. The healing comfort of you is unexplainable — your soft kisses, sensually exceptional. Your love is the empathy of tearful angels. Your loving whispers breakdown the barriers of the guarded heart, causing the heartbroken to trust in love again. Your intoxicating fragrance is Jasmine moving gently in caressing tropical winds. Even in your slumber you transcend. You have tasted the bitterness of betrayal and have wept, but your betrayer can find no peace in perpetual agony shedding tears in the place that you once slept. The profoundness of you is sweet refreshing water of a well with unending depth. Slowly disrobe and intently look at yourself — consider the divinity of your femininity and take a deep breath. You are the embodiment of something precious and rare in a place where nothing but desolation is left. There was a time you hardly slept. There was a time you constantly wept in brokenness. Through pain your rebirth came, and you took hold of the joy that you rightfully claim. You are an empress beautiful and immaculate in your reign. You are naturally sensual. The beauty of you is immeasurable, and the twinkling stars know your name.
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Death hath no breath nor sentiment of sorrow for the bereft. It is always the last occurrence left, giving no regard to time, regret or consciousness. It is finality — gradually or instantly. Death’s venom is utterly devastating when it comes unexpectedly. The living are left to the contemplation of mortality’s acquisition. In its wake of devastation death’s whispers may not give any rhyme or reason. It can come as a betrayal, the ultimate treason. It can come as sweet release; the peaceful letting go of a life lived for many seasons. Death collects its bounty even from the ultra powerful and wealthy. What lies beyond or what does not, is its neverending mystery. Perhaps before an entrance heavenly two thousand years in the bowels of purgatory. Death’s alluring dance offers a glimpse of eternity. Funeral attendants whisper among themselves, he lived his life in agony. Soil and roses are thrown by the tearful living simultaneously as the cemetery groundskeeper lowers the body.
Intimate Compositions 