With longing, I wept for her — and I waited;
But my dreams of love would never come true,
Only pieces of shattered hope and sorrow unabated.
Tag: Love
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In the stillness of the quiet hours, a transcendent peace falls upon her.
Her heart was once coldly broken, but now she flourishes in the warmth of healing.
To breathe, she thought she needed him and wept at the thought of never seeing him again,
But her pain turned out to be heaven’s blessing, because she reclaimed her true essence,
and in her discovery, she found that she was exceedingly strong and deeply loving.
She also ascertained, that truly loving herself was the key to being strengthened;
Beautifully, she closes her eyes in her own embrace — the light of her spirit
Wonderfully exuding through the ethereal radiance of her face.
She is gorgeous in her nakedness with an aura that could never be erased.
To have her love, is to have a gift that could never be replaced;
She is light. She is loved. She is safe. Always. -
Luther Vandross & Gregory Hines – There’s Nothing Better Than Love
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Black silk brushes against her erect nipples;
Her wet passion, drips from the length of his two fingers.
She moans, wanting to taste his hardened thickness,
But he fingers her deeper, and makes her beg for it.
He teases her, kissing between her thighs and lightly blowing on her clit.
She rubs her pussy vigorously, releasing instantly
because she couldn’t take it. -
She sucks the full length of his cock with passion; her lips tightly wrapped around his girth
as she greedily savors the taste of him. In the darkness, her fingers find the deep wet source
of her pleasure — she rubs her clit first, before two fingers enter her. Her euphoric moans
are muffled because her mouth is full. She teases the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue;
he lies back with his eyes closed and amorously whispers to her, Take off the rest of your clothes.
Sucking him in doggy position, she spreads her legs wider — rubbing her throbbing clitoris faster;
with dripping lust he stares at her, and he wants to be inside her. He says her name again and again
through beautiful whispers, and her pussy is so much wetter. She pauses her sucking to mount him;
it’s been so long since she’s fucked him — his hugeness stretches her, and her wet passion runs down
his rock hard length like a river. They both close their eyes and count down from five so they can
cum together, but tonight she does not want him to release inside of her vagina; she quickly slides
down and places her mouth on his erect hardness as he releases. Oh, shit; oh, baby, is all that
he can muster, between tempered screams and heavy breathing. -
Lend me your love for just one season
So my wounded heart can be healed
And I can breathe again. -
Stubbornly, my heart still holds you in my destiny.
Beautiful images of our past intimacy haunt me.
Subconsciously, my shipwrecked soul calls out to you
for warmth and for rescue — exhausted, I wade in cold dark seas
holding on to shattered pieces of what was once unbroken,
beautiful, and loving; I fear the prospect of drowning,
but I am inspired by the wondrous light of the dawning.
If I should not make it to shore, let the dark waters take me to the seafloor,
where my body will be moved to and fro by the currents
until the remnants of me are no more. -
Through the unbridled giving of pleasure,
he passionately expresses his love for her
and says three words in a beautiful whisper.
Intimate Compositions 