Intimate Compositions

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September 25th, 2023

Christy Turlington turned around and stunned in a black evening gown. Naomi Campbell walked briskly on white marble and brought the house down. Helen Williams was elegant and demure, adorning white dress gloves, diamond earrings, and white fur. Marilyn came in smiling and graced the crowd with a breathtaking spin. Chrystèle whispered something in my ear, but it was a packed gathering and I couldn’t hear. Capucine set the high ceiling on fire with her red hair. In Dior, Ivy Nicholson shot me a glare as she stood statuesque beneath a beautiful crystal chandelier. Yasmeen Ghauri was absolutely beautiful, wearing stiletto mules with a deep V-Neck cocktail dress, navy blue. Donyale Luna and I danced together wonderfully; I marveled at her beauty when after, she told me of her adventures in Italy and recited passionate poetry. There was a surprise appearance by Jayne Kennedy who happened to hear about the gala in the midst of shooting her latest movie. Vonetta McGee joined the party with majestically curled hair, immaculate makeup, and almond eyes that moved me. Diane Keaton arrived with Pat Cleveland who was wearing Chanel everything for the evening. I had been drinking, but I swore that I saw Marilyn kissing Rock Hudson. Beside me a stunning woman was singing, whose name happened to be Nancy Wilson. Donyale lit a cigarette and deeply inhaled. Linda Evangelista sported vintage haute couture; Cindy Crawford conquered in ready-to-wear Louis Vuitton when she walked through the door. I politely complimented Tyra on her attire — she smiled and said, thank you in a calming whisper.
Resilience in Silence

September 19th, 2023

We weep, yet we are not weak.
Unending

September 16th, 2023

Speak to me one last time before eternal silence comes and I am left undone. Before finality makes its haste, let us kiss passionately in our final embrace, my tears of love falling endlessly on your angelic face. Forgive me if I have ever hurt you. My tears are tears of love and the sentiments of deep sorrow. Let us now confess our love for each other fervently and forget about tomorrow. We hold on to each other perpetually never letting go. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but I swear on my own blood that the angels with sentimental tears write about us. I swear on my mother’s blood that I love you with all my heart. Neither life nor death could pull us apart. You wipe my tears away as the world falls away. Don’t go; please stay. What fate is this that I fall on my knees beside your bedside and weep trying to appeal to the empathy of destiny to give us at least one more day? Hold on, baby; breathe. Take my breath, and come into the picturesque gardens of my secret depths. Let your hair down and dance with me in vineyards of glory. Take all of me. Take me with you on your peaceful journey. In my loving embrace the last tears fall from your eyes. To find you, I will search my heart’s secret chambers and look toward the skies. You sleep, my love. You sleep. You are immensely beautiful. I love you.
Midnight Silk

September 2nd, 2023

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.
The Underneath

August 5th, 2023

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.
Sentimental Verses

July 13th, 2023

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.
Three Words Whispered

July 3rd, 2023

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.
No More

June 25th, 2023

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.
For Lovers

June 21st, 2023
Escalation

June 19th, 2023

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.