Kiss me deeply, and exhale intimacy into my lungs. Let me inhale the essence of you. let me please you orally in coordination with fingers that are used skillfully, reaching the perfect depth, until you shudder and lose your breath. Let me admire the beauty of your breasts as you sensually writhe on black satin sheets and lose yourself. Let me feel the vibrations of your intense release on my tongue and savor the taste of euphoria that lingers. Open yourself to me completely; allow me to immerse myself in the gorgeous secrets of your femininity. Let me gaze upon the subtle sensuality of your pedicured feet adorned with stiletto sandals and red polished toes that signify your heat. Wear your most appealing dress so women stare at you with envy and men gaze upon you with unbridled lustful fantasies. Whisper erotically as you look back at me entering you slowly. Give me the pleasure of alerting me with loud screams and silence in-between before you intensely release all over me. Say my name slowly through breathless whispers; open your legs wider, and allow me to bathe in the euphoria of your erotic rivers. Savor the remembrance of our long sessions of unadulterated intimacy, and touch yourself in the privacy of a dark room when you think of me. Right before you climax, say my name after you count down from three. After, lie in stillness with your eyes closed, and breathe deeply. Remember the softness of my lips that kissed your inner thighs with bliss and the experience of my tongue that caused your body to uncontrollably shudder and release with an intensity like you had with no other. Remember the pleasure that you vocalized to me when I explored your body causing you to rub your clit as I looked into your eyes and went lower. Remember when I asked you to hold your legs back for me so I could go deeper. Recall when you would randomly call me, telling me that you were wet at work and that you wanted me. Remember me telling you to go to your work bathroom and take off your panties. Recall the excited tone in your voice when you told me that men always approached you but you told them all that you belonged to me. Remember, I told you that I loved you and would, even if I had eyes that couldn’t see.
Tag: Love
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Mariah Carey – Love Takes Time
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The depths of me are strewn over the ruin of my heart’s desire. To think that I could have love within my grasp yet see it fall into eternal fire. The soul within me is shattered glass, wounding me deeply in many hidden places unmercifully. The very marrow of my being cries out for an oasis of love, but still, love shuns me like a leper walking slowly into a vast city. Perhaps I held on too tightly to the thing that I wanted mostly. In my desolation there is no feminine touch or sweet words to comfort me. My tears fall on the remnants of brokenness. I am hungry and thirsty in a harsh wilderness. Oh, what I would give for one last kiss. I have become a wonderer stumbling in darkness; trying to find my way back to unconditional love in its pureness. The secret diaries of my heart want to remain hidden, but tears force me to write this. In a cold, dark, and desolate place I am my own witness. There is no substitute for a woman’s love. I tried to hide within my own heart, but my own heart calls out for her every time the depths of me are uttered. I try to bury memories daily with sad songs and intricately spoken eulogies — but memories refuse to die and go silently. I had hoped for a new resurrection within me, but her face is all I can see. Her face is all I can see. Haunt me, my love; haunt me, is what my soul screams loudly. Is there no reprieve for the unloved and the exhausted? Sleep does not come easily, if at all. I have had the carnal affections of many women, but it is the the whispers of only one that so moved me. Without even a touch, she captured me in totality. Her hair is like a black river flowing endlessly; her eyes are a wondrous mystery; her lips are the softness and sweetness of honey. I stretch my hands forth, hoping that I can capture a sliver of her aura. She is as beautiful as the joyous singing of archangels. Haunt me, my love. Haunt me. Let your love fall upon me and baptize me in the depths of your soul. The pain in my eyes do not lie. Passersby may stare at me with curiosity as I openly cry. Let them stare and draw near to the sound of my voice so they can hear the novel of the desolate and unloved. I desire a new resurrection secretly — but her face is indelible upon me. I am a leaf in the fall carried by the wind hoping to land on the peaceful river of a woman’s heart. I have sojourned in cold darkness for so long; for so long. Oh, to hear the voice of a woman singing a beautiful song. I was once a baby in the safety of my mother’s womb, carried for many months until delivery, and then I became a man only to see love leave me. I call on heaven to safely deliver me again, but this time from the clutches of torment and misery. The dark womb of the unloved is so cold and lonely. The dark womb of the forsaken is unforgiving and filled with misery.
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Though they lie in stagnant stillness with closed eyes, still, somehow they fly with wings of the inseparable love that they left behind. Indeed, they are buried roses, returned to their origins as seeds, gloriously resprouting anew in the life after — basking in eternally perfect weather, caressed by celestial breezes, where they again hug their lost long mothers and previously downtrodden fathers who transformed into heavenly beings — where there are no tears, or the terror of hopelessness and irrational fears; but where there is indescribable love and a peace that could neve be explained to mortal ears. They are lovers who loved each other deeply without fear. They are immensely loved. They are there.
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I take an inventory of myself, and I retrace the steps I made on the day you left. Still, my heart beats for you.
But someone else takes away your breath—
Diligently, I search the vast emotions of my depths to find memories of you smiling in your favorite sundress.
But someone else takes away your breath—
I whisper vows to the mighty archangels, telling them of my contriteness; my tears falling on heaven’s steps until there are no tears left.
But someone else takes away your breath—
I ponder theories of love and reunification after death, lying silently in bed with my hands over the place within me that you are secretly kept.
But someone else takes away your breath—
Tears drop on pictures of you as I reach for but a sliver of your aura with my arms outstretched.
But someone else takes away your breath—
With every loving touch and passionate kiss I received from you, parts of your heart, I secretly kept. Your love is in me forever, fused to the foundations of my deepest depths.
But someone else takes way your breath—
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Maxi Priest – Close to You
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The purity of transcendent intimacy;
The expressions of true love that heal the brokenhearted
and flow flawlessly;The pleasure of intense sensuality;
The oneness of a woman and a man who
are dedicated to one another completely;The adoration of the delicate nature of a woman
in the beauty of her femininity;The wondrous protective strength of a man
who holds his woman tightly.Their love is like the revelation of
a long pondered mystery;A display of rendered emotions born
of many beautiful intricacies. -
With every beautiful whisper, I turn around to see if it’s her. With every vivid dream, with tears I reach for her. With every light breeze, I remember the floral savor of her aroma. With every strand of her long dark hair left on white pillows, there is a portion of her angelic aura. With every tear that falls, there are remnants of her. With every utterance of her name, I caress every letter. With every beat of my heart, she is closer. With every precious memory, I embrace her tighter. With every thought I transcribe to paper, she is my constant fire. With the depths of my longing, she is my never-ending desire.
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In the interim, I look at the man in the mirror and speak to him; he whispers of lost love and unceasing suffering. He speaks of the pain that never ends. He talks about who is more precious than even the most rare diamonds and implores me to never betray the heart of a woman. Maybe I’ll see him again, but until then, I will internalize his sayings in deep contemplation. Before he left, he told me to remember him and he weeps at every inference of the tears that rolled down the face of his beautiful woman after her heart was broken. It was the way she looked at him with tears in her eyes, that so touched him. Through wails of regret, he admitted to me in secrecy that of her love, he is no longer worthy and that he sincerely wants her heart to heal and he desperately wants her to be happy; his whispers are that of a contrite man shattered and decimated in totality from his past iniquities. I try to comfort him with references of beautiful memories, but still, he cries unceasingly. He speaks softly when he speaks of her, reaching as if she is still there; and still, he weeps unceasingly. Through loving whispers, he weeps unceasingly.
Intimate Compositions 