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.
Tag: Creative Writing
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Seductive eyes gaze upon what they desire.
Passionate fingers stimulate erogenous zones
That cause heavy breathing and immersion in erotic fire.
She thinks of him, as she teases herself, saying his name
Through paused exhales and lascivious whispers.
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Erotic dreams drive her to the edge of a new awakening;
In both her subconscious and conscious mind,
She finds herself fantasizing about him.
He pleases her thoroughly, sparing nothing.
She screams loudly, allowing herself to let go;
After the third wave of sensual shudders,
All inhibitions are thrown out of the window.
She kisses him wildly, whispering utterances
Of lustful desires long held back and suppressed in her psyche.
Touching a transcendent wave of pleasure,
She cannot express through words the feelings of her measure;
Deep breaths and closed eyes are all she can give.
Every moment is savored and mentally recorded.
Her bodily reactions to ecstasy become involuntary,
And she is totally wrapped in passionate intimacy.
Waiting for the next waves to come,
Again and again, she holds onto him and breathes deeply.
With every deep breath, he finds the hedonistic secrets of her depths,
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He remembers every intimate intricacy of her sensuality,
the taste of her intensity, and the reaction of her body.
His uninhibited soul, kisses her deeply and wildly.
The silent anticipation is quickly drowned in screams
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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.
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When she wasn’t there for him
his tears blew in the wind,
from eyes crying, because of the dying
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On that day, when we suffer no more, it shall be glorious to behold.
The rain shall fall with a wondrous rainbow, forming a celestial shawl.
The earth will shake, and we shall stand like redwood trees, tall.
We will be reunited with our loves, who shed tears when they fell before the fall.
My mother will call my name as it was when I was in her womb, and I will hear her call.
I will embrace my grandmother as it was when I was a child in her arms.
By a peaceful river, we shall gather and sing angelically composed songs.
All the tears from the years of our weeping will be transformed into diamond waterfalls.The light in our eyes that sorrow once stole
Shall be returned to us one thousand times fold.
We will dwell in the warmth of indescribable love and tread upon the desolate cold.
We will dwell in the warmth of indescribable love and tread upon the desolate cold.
On that day, all the beautiful mysteries of the world will be told.
Broken hearts will mend — and our fractured auras will be made whole.
On that day, the white wings we never knew we had, will begin to unfold.
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In lifeless heartbreak, he is resurrected in her gaze.
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They kept falling,
Sleeping in fields of blood
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Through open windows, curtains move to and fro
as if dancing in rhythm to the music of spring breezes.
Intimate moments are uncovered by the morning sunshine
that illuminates two lovers in-between glimpses.
Inside, there are tender kisses, tears of joyous crying,
and the erotic secrets of sensual whisperings.
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