Quincy Jones ft. Al B. Sure!, James Ingram, El DeBarge, Barry White – Secret Garden (Extended Version)
Alternate version with prelude:
Tag: Love
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Immersion in exultation was never deeper. The taste of rapture was never sweeter. Intimacy was never so ardent. Femininity was never so delicate. Shimmering skin was never so celestial. There is no greater mystery than the depths of a woman’s levels. There are many wondrous creations under heaven’s golden streets but nothing more beautiful. The journey of discovery to find the depths of her is a marvel. To have her love is wonderful. To cry tears of joy with her as her hair caresses falling tears is indescribable. To protect her is an honor. To commit to her is the bonding of two fires that came together and grew stronger. To give her your heart is to completely trust her. To listen to her sincere utterances is the beginning of truly knowing her. To kiss her passionately is the conveyance of deep emotions silently. To keenly listen to the sounds of her ecstasy is to thoroughly know the essence of her mind, soul, and body.
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Today, before witnesses we confess our undying love and make known public our oneness. I am your man, and you are my woman — graceful, beautiful and feminine. Forever, let not our foundation be shaken or the sentiment of our words be mistaken, for with each other we are taken; we are eternally taken. Let your heart be my heart and my heart be your heart so we can eternally be divinely connected and steeped in each other’s feelings. Let it be written by the angels that I love you with a purity and sincerity that cannot be transcended. May the fire of our desire for each other never be quenched, and may we comfort of each other’s souls. In the bitterness of cold darkness you are my shelter of warmth and light. You are the angel in my sight. Kiss me passionately, and let me gaze upon your gorgeous adornment in white. Let us exchange the symbols of our eternal love without vain pretense and the corrosive decadence that brings ruin. Once, we were both unloved, but fate brought us together in the twilight. You are my light; my love, you are indeed my light. Without hesitation or apprehension, I dedicate myself to you for life — my love, you are my life. Still, you are there in my dreams, and you are there with unfurled hair upon my awakening. My tears are the joyfulness of my expression. Sweetheart, you are beautiful beyond measure.
When I first beheld you I wanted to hold you, and I loved you; I swear on the heavens that I loved you. Search my heart diligently, and if I am lying, then forever leave me. But you have already searched my heart, and you have seen the beauty of my sincerity. I am yours, and you are mine completely. Now, let us again kiss passionately in the congregation of our distinguished guests. Embrace me tightly — let me feel the sensuality of your lips and your breasts. May the world witness my love for you and gaze upon the truth of my depths. I give you all of me, holding nothing back, but I am not empty, for it is endless love that fills me. When I was shattered utterly it was only the hope of love that sustained me. My eyes fell upon you, and you saved me; my lady, with loving eyes you saved me. Our intimacy is something otherworldly, unadulterated in wondrous purity. The desire to please you thoroughly wells up within me. You give yourself to me totally, and on this day, I touch you delicately; in my arms, my angel, before witnesses I confess my love for you loudly and with joyful tears, I touch you delicately.
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Pebbles – Love Makes Things Happen
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The unwritten sentences of my heart are of love. passion, and sorrow. My lips yearn to feel again the exquisiteness of a passionate kiss. The beauty of her smile is indelible upon my withered soul. For so many seasons I have longed for warmth, but my portion has been listlessness and bitter cold. The depths of my heart are many mysteries untold. For just once, can I not taste of love in its unadulterated pureness? I was conceived in pain, and in pain is where I still remain. In shackles of loneliness and desolation I am restrained in heavy chains. The crow perches above me and recites beautiful poems to keep me going, and my withered soul prays for rain. I swear on all that is dear to me that I pray for rain. Even when I can see glimpses of the sun’s rays, the devastation of my soul does not wane. I swear it does not wane. I call on heaven to take away the pain, but the darkness swallows up the bellowing of my misery. My resolve is dampened, but yet I am here. For what purpose do I exist save to endure incessant torment for the rest of my days? After years of heavy sorrow there is no more weeping, and acceptance of one’s fate sets in. The bottomless pit seeks to swallow me whole and totally decimate me. Oh, Lord of my Fathers, look down upon your rugged son and see the extent of his desolation. Reverse time, so that I can once again feel the warmth of my mothers bosom. Let me go to a place where an angel awaits and unload my burdens as she kisses me tenderly. Let pain not forever be my portion but love, peace, and majesty. Restore to me what was lost when my heart shattered and the vultures circled over me seeking to consume the remnants of what once made me happy. Even the memory of the wonderful scent of her hair haunts me. I swear it haunts me. At night, she comes to me, whispering: my love is a deep well; draw from me — and I drink of her essence to sustain me. I swear somehow she sustains me. For hours, I meditate upon the beauty of her love in divine intimacy. We feel each other deeply in transcendence from mere physicality. In my frailty, she is the heart that beats for me; I swear she is the heart that beats for me. In my dry desolation, she is the oasis that awaits me. Haunt me, my love. Haunt me beautifully.
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You are a book of blessed verses with joyous tears of angels permeated in all the pages. You are eternal beauty that never ages. You are a beautiful vineyard surrounded by a vast field of roses. You are a diamond — the most beautiful; the rarest. You are the precious memories that wipe away widows tears. You are the depths of a loving heart yet to be discovered. You are the indescribable emotions within a new mother who just delivered. You are a passionate kiss that causes the heart to flutter. You are the essence of the beauty of dusk in the summer. You are one thousand roses laid softly on white marble arrayed in different colors. You are the subtle movements of the eyes that clearly convey emotions that could never be verbally described. You are the soaring eagles that grace red skies. You are the beautiful depths of the soul where love abides. You are the angel that I reach for when I cry. You are ethereal in nature; something beautiful, delicate, and intricate that is difficult to capture. You are sweet rapture. You are the embodiment of what was divinely created in wondrous inception and nothing after. You are the healing power of laughter. You are the reflection of celestial elements sprinkled throughout the vastness of undiscovered galaxies. You’re existence is a wonderful reality. You are love in unadulterated purity. You are the eyes that see for me when I can’t see. Even the angels envy your beauty. You are that quiet resilience within me. You are that deep loving embrace when I weep. You are who I think about about after I arise and before I sleep. You are the snowflakes that fall on passionate lovers. You are immortalized in me eyes. You are like no other.
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In my sorrow, do not ridicule me. Do not seek to question my heart’s sincerity. Do tears not run in mourning? Do I not keep her nestled in the depths of my soul for safe keeping? Am I not desolate in my grieving? Do my own tears not drown me from incessant weeping? Did I not kiss her face tenderly while she was sleeping? The glory of her beauty haunts me unmercifully — and to think love was within my grasp. Eyes behold my countenance as a whole man, because daily I wear the mask; but truthfully, I am deeply wounded and shattered like glass. I seek to be whole again, but every hour I am violently torn asunder again and again, and I am shattered like glass.
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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.
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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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