Soft light falls upon her gently,
highlighting a deep and beautiful river
that flows flawlessly.
Tag: Love
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If I love with everything within me again, will again my heart be broken?
Should I even recall the pain that deeply wounded me, or should it remain unspoken?
If I love again, should I love cautiously or with reckless abandon?
My intricacies are a part of me, but will I be granted understanding?
For three seasons, there was beautiful intimacy, but should I hold her in my memories?
Does my heart betray me when I say her name inadvertently?
With so many past lovers, why would my soul hold onto to her so tightly?
Should I be angry with my own heart because it loves so deeply?
Should I have ignored her betrayal because she kissed so sweetly?
Did I truly know the depths of her, or was I blinded by her beauty?
In the height of our intimacy what were the words that she whispered to me?
Is not the foremost appeal of a seductress her sensual mystery?
Do I weep for myself, or do I weep for her because of the mistrust and anguish she carried? -
Dim light falls on her, gently exposing her feminine contours
and her intimate contemplation in the night’s late hours.
To know her, is to know an exceptionally beautiful aura;
to hold her heart, is to intimately know the levels of her depths
and to hold her soul and body tightly in loving caress.
With her pulled up, the strands that are left brush against her neck.
Like the petals of a burgundy rose, she is gorgeous and delicate.
With or without heels — she is sensual in her steps.
She gives of herself and exudes love with every breath. -
In the waves of pleasure of her eroticism,
She is deeply immersed and overtaken. -
Kiss me passionately, and revive my broken heart, my angel.
It was after three seasons of unhappiness that I had to let go.
Instead of exuberance and intimacy, there was sorrow;
Instead of loyalty and love, there was deep betrayal.
Hold me in your warmth my angel, and give my heart
A reason to mend and in love, to be made whole again.
Whisper beautiful things to me in the wonder of the twilight,
And show me true love, to bring my soul back to life. -
Seductive whispers drive her passion
To the edge of an intense orgasm.
For so long, longing lips wanted to be kissed;
For so long, she wanted to be missed.
For so long, she was unhappy in her prior relationship,
But now, finally — she is his.
He loves her deeply, expressing his
Passionate feelings through intimacy;
Undoubtedly, they belong to each other completely.
As he goes deeper inside her—
Through luscious lips,
She whispers his name amorously. -
In her eyes, there is a beautiful mystery.
She longs to be kissed and held gently.
There is so much wonder in the uncovering
Of her eroticism and incredible sensuality.
She loves deeply and wants to be loved unconditionally.
You must truly love her, to know that she
Expresses herself foremost through intimacy;
To have her heart, is to have love in all its transcendency.
The taste of her lips are as sweet as honey.
Her loving warmth, is the beauty of her femininity.
To experience the depths of her heart,
Is to make a wonderful discovery. -
I see the pain in you that others can’t see;
I see the angelic light of your beauty;
When you speak, I listen intently;Where they see chaos and dysfunction,
I see, beautiful intricacies.When they call you whore,
I call you a gorgeous woman
whose depths are yet to be explored;When they say they hate you, I say, I love you.
When they turn you away,
I take your hand and tell you to stay;When they whisper vile utterances,
I tell you how beautiful your aura is.When they call you worthless,
I hold you in my warm embrace
with your head against my chest
and tell you that you are worthy of true love
and nothing less. -
You are beautiful in your speaking.
You are beautiful in your awakening.
You are beautiful in your sleeping.
Intimate Compositions 