Through the unbridled giving of pleasure,
he passionately expresses his love for her
and says three words in a beautiful whisper.
Tag: Love
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She is a flower who cried the day they threw her away,
but loving hands reached for her and placed her in water,
and nourished her, and deeply cared for her.
Her petals were bruised because she was misused,
and even with scars on her stem, she flourished
and found healing — under soft light, her beauty is revealing
of something delicate, transcendent, and heaven sent;
Joyous tears fall on her petals, and radiantly she blooms forever.
She is beautiful in the spring, fall, summer, and winter. -
He calls her, and she walks closer to the familiar
euphoria of riding the full length of his measure.
She is already wet, contemplating his tongue on her,
with the penetration of his fingers as she moans and writhes in pleasure.
She wants to look at him as she tastes him and be spanked in doggy after.
Where she is tight, she wants him to slowly slide inside her
as she releases loudly, using her vibrator, drenched in wetness
because of his thickness and the words of his erotic whispers. -
The draw of her aura
The euphoria in holding her
The beauty of her countenance
The love in her eye’s conveyance
The mystery of her femininity
The depths of her they can’t see
The warmth of her tearful embrace
The affectionate rush when you wipe
away the tears from her face
The vision of an angel in white lace
To know that she is loved
To know that she is safe -
She feels him, and he feels beautiful.
Through waves of pleasure, she lets go
and rides him vigorously in reverse cowgirl;
The fullness of his length and thickness
hit against the pleasure of her erogenous zones,
and she has to pause, to fully savor the joy of her orgasms.
With every thrust, he feels even bigger inside her;
with his strong hands around her waist,
he pulls her down deeper, harder, and faster.
He beautifully paces himself, so he can outlast her,
but her screams, and the way she says his name
increases his passion and makes him even harder.
She feels so good on him, but he wants to taste her
with his fingers inside her, so he can drown in her pleasure.
He tells her his feelings through sensual whispers
and his lascivious words increase the rage of her desire.
The expressions on her face are indescribable,
as he explores her with his tongue from behind on his knees;
he seduces her excitement with sensual words as he says,
Use me; I’m yours … baby, cum for me please.
In her response — her midsentence pause, then erotic silence
is the signal for the coming screams of her release.
She drenches his face in what he was waiting to taste
as she loudly screams and uncontrollably shakes.
Holding her legs with his muscular arms,
in the beauty of the moment he partakes.
Deeply, again, he enters the source of her pleasure
with his tongue, so nothing will go to waste.
Her thigh highs are drenched at the
borders of black lace. -
Before she begins she puts heels on with thigh high stockings
And mentions his name at least three times in her whispering
She remembers the skillfulness of his tongue and the measure of him
She is wet with anticipation as her fingers find the sources of her pleasure
She wishes he was there with her so they could cum together
Remembering the sounds of his moaning heightens her desire
She begins slowly but will scream loudly when she goes faster
Intimate Compositions 