Embers from the passionate fire that rages in my heart, go forth, resurrecting love dead and long-forgotten in the depths of the desolate dark.
Tag: Fire
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She feels him, and he feels beautiful.
Through waves of pleasure, she lets go
and rides him vigorously in reverse cowgirl;
The fullness of his length and thickness
hit against the pleasure of her erogenous zones,
and she has to pause, to fully savor the joy of her orgasms.
With every thrust, he feels even bigger inside her;
with his strong hands around her waist,
he pulls her down deeper, harder, and faster.
He beautifully paces himself, so he can outlast her,
but her screams, and the way she says his name
increases his passion and makes him even harder.
She feels so good on him, but he wants to taste her
with his fingers inside her, so he can drown in her pleasure.
He tells her his feelings through sensual whispers
and his lascivious words increase the rage of her desire.
The expressions on her face are indescribable,
as he explores her with his tongue from behind on his knees;
he seduces her excitement with sensual words as he says,
Use me; I’m yours … baby, cum for me please.
In her response — her midsentence pause, then erotic silence
is the signal for the coming screams of her release.
She drenches his face in what he was waiting to taste
as she loudly screams and uncontrollably shakes.
Holding her legs with his muscular arms,
in the beauty of the moment he partakes.
Deeply, again, he enters the source of her pleasure
with his tongue, so nothing will go to waste.
Her thigh highs are drenched at the
borders of black lace. -
You who suffer, you who are misunderstood,
and you who were unloved since childhood—
gather your hearts together, for there is comfort in unity, and a shelter.
Cry no more, for the abandonment of your fathers
or for the death of your beautiful mothers,
but let the soul that is within you,
strengthen you and strengthen others.
Raise your swords ye valiant men and women,
and with your battle cry, cut through the darkness;
spare nothing, and do not be merciful,
lest the darkness recovers in the void
and comes back to attack you in your slumber.
All ye mighty generals, that conquered and died in battle
lend us your resolute hearts,
that we may raise our banners of war in silent march.
We will carry on, even in the bitter cold of winter,
until the darkness is slayed and our swords rest upon its cursed grave—
but if there is nothing left of us, ye who come after us,
with our swords and armor bury us—
but do not weep for us when our bones return to dust.
Gather up your own hearts, sharpen your swords,
and let not there be frailty in the arms that wield the bow
or in the resonance of your words.
Before warfare, test the worthiness of your armor,
and in battle, strike your enemy with violent anger,
searing even the sinew, to strike down the darkness
that would steal your happiness
and snatch the light that is within you. -
We danced wildly on god forsaken nights
Making our way through the rot and decay of urban blight
Through the fire we walked side by side
And held each other as we cried
We no longer looked to the skies
But found strength in each other’s youthful eyes
Let all that are gone be reminisced in wondrous dreams
In our hearts we hold you in high esteemWe all love you
We will search for you and find you in the starlight
We are the children of fire
The motherless and fatherless born of pain
Children of the night wild and untamed
Oh the pain that we endured
The horrors that tender eyes had seen
It was the fire in us that kept us warm on freezing nights
We will cross that peaceful stream
And at that beautiful gathering reunite
Let all our memories be resurrected in light
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