When I am no longer, throw roses on peaceful waters where beautiful Willows weep and where fireflies illuminate evening summers with slightly cool temperatures, then blow me impassioned kisses, listening closely for the echoes of my still loving whispers.
Tag: Intimacy
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Let fallen tears on paper be my most read love letter. Read intently the sincerity between the lines as if the world was ending and I was in my final hour. The tears that permeate white paper are more significant, poignant and telling than anything that I can communicate through writing. You are the purpose of my breathing; you are the perfume of flowers on summer evenings; You are my love; you are my everything. You are the bursting of the dawn after a long night that causes birds to sing. You are the profoundly romantic poems of intimate whisperings. You are what I hold onto when everything around me falls apart; I love you — you are the life within me; you are my world; you are my heart.
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You are a beautiful verse written with love and echoed in eternal whispers. The beginning of you causes the heart to be exceedingly joyful. The ending, something like perpetual rose petals in various colors falling on the wings of sleeping archangels.
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Let me see you through my hands and not my eyes. Let me feel the beat of your heart and listen intently as if I were blind. Whisper to me sweetly and tell me with passion that you are mine. Allow me to caress your face and make a wondrous find. Lead me to the places that you want me to be — be my loving guide. Let me taste your most secret places; let me feel the pleasurable spasms of gratification on the tip of my tongue. Give my ears the pleasure of heavy breathing and the utterances of erotic whisperings. Ride my erect hardness with beautiful moans in intimate darkness. After, let us switch positions so I can pull your hair with the pleasure of primal vigor. Say to me loudly, Fuck me harder, so your words can further inspire my erotic fire. Suck my fingers — let me feel the softness of your tongue and lips — then guide those fingers to penetrate and rub the source of your drenched wetness. Tell me in lustful tones to rub and tease the sensitivity of your breasts. Turn around in reverse cowgirl; savor the pleasure of my girth and length. Ride me hard until there is nothing left but echoes of loud release, sweat and deep breaths. Let my hands be my eyes. Let my eyes see true beauty and unrestrained ecstasy. when I am inside you, tell me that you love me. Whisper to me the most lascivious wants of your sexual desires in the privacy of dark intimacy.
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How sweet the nectar of euphoria that comes from the drenched erogenous flower that first quivers with uninhibited pleasure on the tip of the tongue, then explodes shortly after, in congruence with a concupiscent whisper of — I’m going to cum, babe, suck my clit harder, and fuck me faster with your fingers.
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Every affectionate thought is steeped in the essence of you. Every loving motion, beautifully intentional. Every kiss given, wonderfully sensual. Every word written, sentimental. Every intimate moment, ethereal. Every strand of your hair, essential. Every selfless act, amazingly spiritual. Every whisper uttered, deeply personal. Every sexual position, profoundly passional. Every tear that falls is joyful. Every time we hold each other in silence it is transcendental. Every time we go to sleep together it is peaceful. Every fiber of your being is incredible. Every letter of your utterances are delightful. Every time I tenderly caress your face I feel we’re so inseparable. Every time we divinely commune with each other, we reach another celestial level.
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In midnight dreams I hold on to you tearfully, hoping that once again you will be there for me; oh, love, I long for you with passionate sincerity. Rescue me and take me to a place of safety, for the darkness is cold, brittle and without mercy. It seeks to destroy me and leave me in desolation, forever lonely. I’ve prayed for understanding for so long, but love, only you have truly known me. We have communed together intimately in an indescribably powerful transcendency. Immediately, I was shattered when you departed from me — with tears I have repented for taking you for granted, so please come back to me. I may not have you again, but at least let me see with longing eyes what again it could be; and if I am destined to be forever lonely, I will hold onto the memories of loving whispers, communication, trust, selflessness, beauty, loyalty and divine intimacy.
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I loved her deeply, but adoring eyes hid things from me that others could clearly see. With a heart of sincerity I truly loved her, but in agonizing retrospect, she never loved me. I thought we transcended together through open communication and excellent intimacy. I thought she understood the depths of me; my love, my hopes, my pain, my anxiety. I thought I had found warmth in her, and heavenly tranquility — but it was a fallacy and not a beautiful mystery that I wanted to be true and held onto so desperately. Memories fade, and it was twice I was betrayed; first, by my own heart and my own eyes, then by the woman who wore a beautiful disguise who kissed me passionately and told me that she loved me as she looked into my eyes.
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She whispers to him constantly, fuck me, and it increases his throbbing intensity. With every exciting position there is a heightening of the levels of impassioned intimacy. His hardened largeness in her mouth made her so wet; she likes it when he rubs her clit as she sucks his dick in doggy. She has a beautiful pussy, and it makes her lover’s mouth water with the anticipation of orally pleasing her passionately. She is fucked vigorously from behind on the edge of her bed, on a euphoric journey to the climax of her ecstasy. She says, I love you baby; now fuck me like you hate me. He indulges her lubricious request, fucking her with primal want and taking away her breath. Thoroughly satisfied, she moans with closed eyes, feeling the length and girth of what is inside and what she so sincerely wants to ride.
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After transcendent pleasure, lovers silently lie together, replaying the heights of euphoria and the deep passion of all the intimate whispers.
Intimate Compositions 