On that night she said to me, if it should come for me, remember me, not through an overthought eulogy, or even your last moments with me, but instead, me kissing you, and you holding me tightly, without fear, right before our transcendence of ecstasy; and in my grave concern, I made several inquiries as to what could ever take her away from me, and her only words were, promise me. But I cried incessantly, and in my weeping, she comforted me, touching me warmly, as her hair fell and brushed against me; and I held her, and kissed her, and with her body in my embrace, I talked to her lovingly, and said, baby, whatever it may be that comes for you, will also have to come for me.
Tag: Feelings
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If I could, I would catch your tears in the wind
and hold them, and make your pain my pain,
willingly accepting your burdens;
And in my love for you, I will embrace them,
hoping in time the strength of my spirit will erase them;
But if all else fails, I will forever carry them,
kissing and holding you tearfully
thankful to see you smile again;
And at my end, I will be lifted up into the heavens,
and the deep scarring of my heart
will finally mend. -
White lace falls gracefully over the sensual contours of your body, like snowfalls that blanket the deepest Swiss valleys lovingly. Softly, you speak to me beautifully; it is much more than physically that you touch me. It was the first time I saw you, that my soul whispered to me, She is your destiny. I love you, with the deepest sincerity. In me, you will find tranquility, intense emotions of passion, protection, and stability. I marvel at your beauty, as you take your hair down, slowly. Highlighted black waterfalls flow over me. Our love, is an ethereal transcendency. In the throes of passion you hold onto me; I please you, eagerly. I sing to you the utterances of my heart, on a beautiful winter’s night, holding you tightly.
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In the final unveiling,
she disrobed
and displayed her scars;
looking into the mirror,
she wept one last time
before letting go,
and she loved herself again —
disregarding their hurtful words
and disparaging whisperings.
She turned to the side
and let her hair fall.
Moving in slow sensuality
and graceful beauty,
she danced,
blowing kisses to the stars;
the bright lights
casting the shadow of
a diamond
against the wall. -
I think about you and I —
But he holds your heart,
So in my desire for you, I fantasize.
In unfettered pleasure
And beautiful intimacy,
We transcended space and time.
Between off white and purple silks,
Our connection was divine.
I kissed you passionately,
While the stars wrote
Our story in the skies;
I pleased you unselfishly
looking intently into your eyes.
I gave of myself uninhibitedly,
In loving vulnerability;
It was tears of joy I cried.
Through sensual whispers
I confessed that I was yours,
and that you were mine.
You were my life;
You were my love,
Leaving all else behind.
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The darkness encroaches and renders listless.
After the tears — come the desolate silence,
The shattering of the once vibrant soul,
And the scattered remnants. -
In the warmth of your love
I am a hibiscus basking in the sun,
With raindrops falling gracefully
From my crimson petals,
While late summer winds
Blow against me gently,
After a passing storm. -
To reach her depths,
he displayed
devoted patience,
loving her with
every breath;
And on the ninetieth day
she released,
fell into arms,
and wept in his caress;
kissing him
with tears,
she accepted his love,
and gave
of herself. -
Depths of exquisite intimacy
Precede transcendence in all its glory;
Eyes gaze passionately,
And after the first sentence
Comes an amorous brush, then
Beautiful silence. -
On that day I bitterly wept,
Crying for you, before and after
You took your last breath.
Now as the winter approaches,
I look at your pictures
And hold you in my caress;
Sitting in cold darkness,
I kiss you, and whisper to you
In lovingness.
The agony of my soul
Is let out in wailing —
And with every breath.
Deep crimson rose petals fall
On sentimental pictures,
Coming to rest.
I am overcome with emotion.
I cry for you.
I cry for myself.
Intimate Compositions 