I dreamt of love
In colors of blue variants;
Immersed in intimacy,
I was covered in erotic kisses.
A goddess appeared in red,
Passionately speaking;
She told me, that
She would love me forever,
Through affectionate gestures
And utterances
Of purple whispers.
Strapless stiletto heels, reveal the sensual subtly of her appeal;
Burgundy polished, pedicured feet with ankle bracelet
Make her feminine arches spectacularly undeniable.
The confidence in her walk is a slayer of men’s hearts—
And in its womanly intricacy, a thing of absolute beauty;
Without heels, she is still a goddess — but in heels,
She surpasses all, in the harnessing of her sexual prowess.
The softness of her feet, displaying the beautiful color of her toes
where they peep, is an exercise in excellence;
They match her short black sundress and flawlessly impress.
Academics try to encapsulate the mystery of her feminine essence,
Debating the ethereal nature of every slight movement in her steps.
Her sexy toe rings, in addition to everything else,
Will make your heart jump and take away your breath.
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.
She dies inside but wants to live.
The purging of years of pain is like giving birth again and again.
In labor she wails, pausing in-between screams to deeply inhale.
Her spirit carries her over peaceful waters, and she will not fail.
She is weary, but her resolve forces her to endure;
The day approaches when she will smile angelically
In the heavenly glow of her beauty and cry no more.
Before the pain, she laughed beautifully and wrote her name,
and after it came, it brought lifelessness and dark rain;
but she was never told that she was not to blame,
so when she cried, she was ashamed — and sorrow,
consternation, and anger boiled in her veins.
Though she may pass feigned smiles, if you look into her eyes,
it is there that great pain lies—
draining her joy and her essence through a forced disguise.
But there is a quiet strength that fuels the fire of hope,
and in that hope she survives, pushing back against fear and its lies;
tears constantly fall, and somehow in a desolate place, she manages to smile.
Her tears are dried and looking through gorgeous eyes,
she will abide and make it through the night.
They couldn’t see the beauty in you,
but you are beautiful.
They couldn’t sense the strength in you,
but you have overcome.
They couldn’t see the light in you,
but you shine like the sun.
They couldn’t reach the depths of you,
because their souls are shallow.
They could never love you,
because their hearts are hollow.
She is intertwined in every fiber of his being;
He hears her name whispered in the wind,
and her aura permeates in the in-between.
Their levels of intimacy are ethereal and unseen.
On the night they wept together — they became one,
a true marriage without vain symbols valued in the cost of a rings.
It was the coming together of two divine beings;
A true union, where upon the chambers of the heart, vows are written.
Where the promises of words in truth are spoken;
Where the fire of sensuality remains and attraction never wanes.
The fire of their love will never change,
Even when the hair turns grey in old age;
Even when the last breaths are taken,
they will find each other when they cross over
and are again awakened in the halls of their fathers.
Eternally together. Eternal lovers.
She stands there, heartbroken,
but with resolve to move on and flourish again.
In silent reflection, her heart calls to heaven
for a true love to send.
She had forgotten to love herself,
so to herself she made amends,
promising to never neglect her heart again.
Until she finds him,
she will be restored in the light of healing in the interim.
Like flowers in spring with vibrant colors blooming—
The beauty of her being is stunning;
in her cogitation, she has found
that she was created in divine perfection,
and her faults make her human.
She will love again.
She is determined.
The depths of her soul sing to him lovingly,
when long held joyous tears run,
and impassioned utterances won’t come easily.
Intimate Compositions 