Kiss me where the tears flow from endless sorrow. Whisper seductively to the darkness that stalks me relentlessly so that I can destroy it from an angle that it cannot see. Lie down with me, singing the songs that your mother beautifully sung when she cradled you in her arms. Gaze upon me in my slumber knowing that I love you and that I am totally yours. Let us intimately reach for each other in the late hours and reaffirm our vows under the moon and the stars. Close your eyes and breathe deeply as I gently and slowly explore the regions of your sensitivity. Allow me to please you with devoted sensual methodology. You are the true embodiment of beauty. I do not have to contemplate any reasons to love you — I love you purposefully. You are the remedy for the wounds of despondency that hurt me. You are the voice that echo the sentiments of my poetic heart when I suffer silently. Your affection releases me from the cruel fetters of purgatory. The burdens that you help me carry are heavy, yet you have not abandoned me. Of such unwavering love, how could I be worthy? What can I offer except to love and protect you eternally? My life is no longer my own; it is yours, my lady.
Tag: Intimacy
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Pleasure begins with slow mounting of hardened flesh, then passionate kisses as wetness slides down on lengthened thickness. Up, and then down again, several times in vigorous rhythm before intense release with uncontrollable shuddering. Eyes close during slow riding to savor the euphoric feeling. Arms slung over strong shoulders give perfect leverage to keep pace of rhythmic fucking. Aesthetic ass is reddened from hard spanking. Vibrating anal plug and tempoed riding is the combining of unrestrained hedonism and perfect timing. Pleasure receptive nipples can’t hide from the tip of the wet warm teasing tongue and lips that find them. Eyes connect — then heightened moans and breathlessness. Reverse cowgirl is next, increasing the intensity expressed, there is hair-pulling, erotic whisperings, more intense fucking, and sweat.
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Gentle touch, fingers caress face, the lightest brush; Sounds of sobbing, then beautiful hush; Angelic song is sung, in warm embrace joyous tears run; Depths of sentiments unfold, divine communication with everything told; Safety to be vulnerable; Bond of love eternal; Joining of two fires unquenchable; Strength of loyalty unbreakable; Something beautiful and ethereal; The true love that is irreplaceable; Comfort found in the arms of an angel; The power of femininity that is often overlooked for something merely sexual; Transcendence of the physical to the spiritual; Intimacy a daily ritual; Love immeasurable; You and I against the world overcoming the seemingly insurmountable; In our hearts our vows we hold; The story of our love engraved in pure gold; We wipe away each other’s tears in that secret garden where gentle winds blow; The stillness of a woman, incomparable and wonderful.
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The tongue and lips express a deep desire, but there are no words spoken or whispers given; sounds emanate from the mouth that cannot be translated in any language except for one. The only true translator are the moans of pleasure and lascivious whispers that come from her. She speaks it fluently, translating what he wants to express clearly and loudly. Listen closely, and take note of the shuddering of her body. He speaks more intensely with a drenched tongue as he continues his exploration; she translates his message, and this is the interpretation: I love you. I love pleasing you, and I want you to cum. The more I perfect the sensual writhing of my tongue, the more wet you become. I want you to rub your nipples and close your eyes as I slowly insert my index and middle fingers for the added pleasure of penetration. Let it go baby. Countdown from three — I want it all over me.
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Bring me into the womb of your secrets, for I long to be reborn in your memories, hopes and dreams. Allow me to know you deeply; keep nothing from me, so that I can love you perfectly. Please, do not hide your hurt from me — for I too have wept and lived with hurt silently. The tears of my pain have fallen like unending rain. I am wounded, deeply. If I have ever hurt you intentionally or unintentionally, please forgive me.
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My love, listen to me carefully: you are the ascension of joy within me. You are the discovery of immense beauty. Search my heart thoroughly, and find the secret compartments that I keep my precious memories; you will discover that you are there in my embrace eternally at the exact moment when I first caressed your face and kissed you passionately. Stare into your mirror, and see through my eyes what I see — and if tears should fall, know that they are expressions of love from the deep well of my soul. In the comfort of your arms I know that I am truly loved and not alone. Wherever we are together I know that I am home; sweetheart, I know that I am home. For so long I thought that I would forever be alone. I was once shattered, but you made me whole. I am yours completely, search the depths of me, leave nothing unknown. Now, I give you my eternal vow; to love you forever as fervently as I do now. My spirit is drawn to you like the moon’s gravitational pull on the vast oceans. I rise to kiss you, and spiraling waterfalls brush against my face. The physical intimacy of us begins with a gentle touch culminating in a transcendent rush. After, we hold each other, speaking with whispers then fall asleep together in an indescribable hush.
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She assumes the position in which she wants to be taken. Stamina with rhythmic thrusting is what she demands of him. It will not be an underwhelming ten minute session but the beginning of an extended weekend of unbridled passionate marathon fucking. She will get on her knees to please him, ride him and be taken from behind again and again. She will look into his eyes without breaking her stare, opening her legs wider so he can go deeper to please her. His hardened girth will stretch her, massaging the spot that causes instant euphoria, shuddering, swearing then the beautiful silence after. They will be caught in eroticism’s rapture. When he pulls her hair she will call him master over and over through enticing whispers; she will say, fuck me—it’s yours. With an already reddened ass she will ask to be spanked even more. He will take her from the bedroom and fuck her hard against the bathroom door. With his thick member her willing ass he will explore; she is ready and eager to try things she’s never done before. She’s already his constant lover, but she wants more. She wants to explore the depths of hidden pleasure and the allure. She wants to be his everything. She wants to be his whore.
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Breasts pressed against muscular chest, drenching sweat, sensual sentiments conveyed in inflections spoken through deep breaths, the thorough enjoyment of soft wetness sliding up and down the full length of semi-rigid girthy hardened flesh, the intentional slow pace to make sure every inch of euphoria is felt, the bulbous tip that is rubbed against the pleasure receptive throbbing clit, the primal fucking — the wild kissing, the adrenaline induced thrusting before the first explosion, the letting go of inhibition, the internal stretching and the feeling of the depth of him in her favorite positions, the teasing whispers that increase the intensity like a feather or tips of the fingers brushing against erect nipples, the vibrating plug that increases the want for anal, the skillful use of the tongue that leads her to say, goddamn, baby, I’m going to cum; the absolute hunger for endless pleasure, the way she looks at him when he loudly releases inside of her, the beauty of a blooming flower when they simultaneously climax together, the fulfillment of primal lust when they fuck again in the shower under warm water.
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Where were you when I needed you? All I asked for was understanding and compassion. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t about fucking. I valued you as a woman, not body parts for selfish sexual satisfaction. I truly tried in every beautiful way to convey my emotions. Still, I apologize for my own errors. Still, my heart sends you loving whispers. With every intimate moment I reached to caress your essence. With every kiss I wanted you to know that I loved you with everything within me. So many years are spent in unhappiness in the unforgiving purgatory of pretense. So much fucking time is wasted with trivial and bullshit arguments. One thing that I can say about myself is, I always gave you room to vent. At risk of looking weak I would shed tears and tell you that I didn’t want to leave. You once were my reprieve. You were the life that I breathed. In my anxiety, sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to be the man that you needed. I wanted to bring the comfort of security, love and financial stability. I wanted a transcendent intimacy. I wanted you to evoke strong emotions of affection when you looked at me. I wanted you to be exceedingly joyous and happy. Perhaps you are happiest without me. Perhaps I am a romantic fool steeped in some ridiculous love fantasy. Perhaps I should beseech the ghost of Norma Jean and converse with her deeply about life, love and tragedy. The winters are so cold; baby, they are so cold. Fall is already here, and another desolate winter is near. I see you through my tears — baby, I swear that I still see you through my tears.
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Soft kisses in the deepest valley
Streams overflow in rapid release amazingly
Rainwater showered strawberries in warm honey
Intimate Compositions 