Intimate Compositions

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.
Self–Assessment

July 1st, 2023

Again, I take the inventory of me with brutal honesty weighing in the balance what the measure of a man should be, and with sound reasoning I have found that there has been progression, but in terms of significance it has been insufficient. Therefore, I must cast off the weight that pulls me down if I am to make my glorious ascension. I do not sleep because there is darkness, neither do I rise because there is light. There are no adherences to normality, for the eyes of the sorrowful are always heavy. Perhaps I have become vampiric in nature, awakening only because I need to feed — and because my heart is shattered, scattered among the harshness of weed infested infertile soil yet somehow I breathe. Ritualistically, Coltrane’s; A Love Supreme is my steadfast prayer; just before coffee with sugar and heavy cream, I silently shed heavy tears.
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.
Forever Yours

June 18th, 2023

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.
Immeasurable Beauty

June 12th, 2023

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.
Death’s Acquisition

June 7th, 2023

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.
Rhythmic Riding

June 3rd, 2023

Pleasure begins with slow mounting of hardened flesh, then passionate kisses as wetness slides down on lengthened thickness. Up, and then down again, several times in vigorous rhythm before intense release with uncontrollable shuddering. Eyes close during slow riding to savor the euphoric feeling. Arms slung over strong shoulders give perfect leverage to keep pace of rhythmic fucking. Aesthetic ass is reddened from hard spanking. Vibrating anal plug and tempoed riding is the combining of unrestrained hedonism and perfect timing. Pleasure receptive nipples can’t hide from the tip of the wet warm teasing tongue and lips that find them. Eyes connect — then heightened moans and breathlessness. Reverse cowgirl is next, increasing the intensity expressed, there is hair-pulling, erotic whisperings, more intense fucking, and sweat.