Where they see chaos and dysfunction, I see, beautiful intricacies.
When they call you whore, I call you a gorgeous woman whose depths are yet to be explored;
When they say they hate you, I say, I love you.
When they turn you away, I take your hand and tell you to stay;
When they whisper vile utterances, I tell you how beautiful your aura is.
When they call you worthless, I hold you in my warm embrace with your head against my chest and tell you that you are worthy of true love and nothing less.
The essence of a woman requires you to deeply love her, to draw out her long held secrets like the refreshing sweetness of well water. Move past the superficial, and explore the depths of her heart to see her sorrow, her joy, her hopes, and past hurt. You may see scars and a barrier of protection, because she is afraid of being in pain again; also, fields of flowers, because inside she is beautiful, and she loves them. She has been mislabeled, she has been used and has suffered the scourge of mental and physical abuse — so you must be delicate with her, as if holding the petals of a flower. In her soul, there is mystery and wonder, and when she loves, she loves with everything within her. In sincerity, you must hold her and serenade her soul with beautiful whispers. In her life, if she chooses you to enter, remember not to take her for granted, and to grow in love together, there must be loyalty, respect, and understanding. The importance of patience and communication must not be understated. Anger, from the inevitable stresses of life, and your interactions with her, must be separated. Present flowers to her unexpectedly to let her know she is appreciated. Whatever comes, you will face it with her and get through it together. Be her lover, her strength, and her protector. In matters of intimacy, you must learn her body and know how to touch her. First stimulate her mentally, and there will be transcendency in pleasing each other. She was made in divinity, a beautiful sculpture of the creator. Sometimes, the intricacies of her you might not easily know, so lovingly, speak to her with your heart, and with the depths of your soul.
She was created in divinity and born in beautiful darkness. Her eyes, are many fires, and her whispers, are roses that sprout from her lips. In her aura, there is calmness; In her steps, a fierce boldness. The heels she adorns exude a subtle preeminent sexiness. Whether formal or informal, she is a goddess in a dress. She is sensual, in the display of the beautiful contours of her neck. Under blue light, the twilight kisses her prepossessing silhouette. Her heart is exceedingly loving, and her soul is gorgeous. Violet, blue, pink, and black are her favorite colors.
Overcome with intense anticipation She touches herself in partial undress— Taking the edge off with her fingers, And the sounds of heavy breaths. Listening intently for his steps, She wants him to come in, sit, And watch her play with herself before sex. He walks in, and she keeps going; Saying his name seductively Between uncontrolled moaning. Slowly he starts undressing, Enticed by her sensual writhing And the lustful words of her whispering. The usual foreplay is skipped; While she she rides him, they deeply kiss. Sensually, in a circular motion She vigorously moves her hips. Passionate confessions are orated Through sincere and amorous lips; After the first wave, she holds onto him Screaming, her body shaking As if she was involuntarily dancing. After the second wave, they release together; The measure of him, deep inside her. The beauty in their intensity Is the height of their euphoria, And the length of the breathtaking Intimate silence after.
Polished toes, peek through holes in black stilettos. She accepts compliments cheerfully when they say her style is sexy, but she already knows. An ankle bracelet and fresh pedicure compliment the heels she adorns; they are not brand new but comfortable and lightly worn. In a sundress, she causes many heads to turn; every other week, her toes are displayed with a magnificent new color. With confidence and fire, she rules the summer; in flats she is beautiful, but in heels, she is like no other.
With every euphoric breath, She takes the thrusts Of his focused depths— Kissing him passionately, As they both sweat in intensity; In waves of unending ecstasy, She Loses herself.
In her erotic surrender, She is a beautiful sculpture; Her intricate contours and wondrous curves, like the years of the work Of a master.
Intimate Compositions 