In their agony they found true intimacy.
With tears in their eyes, they kissed deeply,
And all night, wept, and shared their stories;
They then undressed, and he took her into his arms gently
And made love to her passionately.
She whispered to him, You belong to me—
And looking into her eyes, he replied, Yes baby,
I love you with everything within me.
They had both suffered so much tragedy.
Without rings, in love, they are truly married.
Tag: Love
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She holds long held secret desires within her.
In her dreams, she tells him to go deeper and spank her harder.
She wants her hair to be pulled, with her hands tied behind her—
Dressed in heels, lace black stay-up thigh highs, and a lace black garter.
She wants him to place his hand around her neck
When he firmly flips her over and passionately kiss her;
Her desire, is to drive his lust even more with lascivious and seductive whispers.
She wants to tease him with her tongue and suck his fingers;
She wants his length and thickness in yet unexplored places,
And to use her favorite vibrator, while he is still inside her.
She wants to have lasting euphoric feelings even after,
And tease her nipples with one hand, and with the other—
Finger the places where the feeling of his measure still lingers.
She wants to call him and let him listen to her moans and her screaming;
And tell him, to take his clothes off and stroke himself until he gets off.
It is a man she sees everyday. She wants to taste him.
She wants to fuck him. She wants to stop dreaming. -
As if you are a still photo,
Still, in my heart I hold you,
Suspended in your most joyous moment
From the movie of our time.
I see you every waking hour;
With tears of true love—
You are framed in my eyes. -
Remembering, the taste of his lips and the depths of him,
She waits restlessly, touching herself after undressing.
She is excited by every little sound that could be him;
The minutes go by, and still, there, after an hour and a half
She lies, unclothed with deep desire in her eyes.
The doorknob turns, and he walks in;
She turns and looks at him, as she calls his name
Brushing her fingers against her nipples seductively in her whispering.
Removing the comforter that covers her,
She reveals her deep desire for him;
He comes closer and passionately touches her;
She sucks his fingers, and then moves them lower.
She moans, as he slowly enters her; they deeply kiss.
For so long, she had waited for him—
And now, against the wall, he lifts her over his head—
His broad shoulders under her legs.
She places her hands firmly around his neck;
His tongue, already exploring the longing of her
Anticipation that is dripping wet. -
The essence of a woman requires you to deeply love her, to draw out her long held secrets like the refreshing sweetness of well water. Move past the superficial, and explore the depths of her heart to see her sorrow, her joy, her hopes, and past hurt. You may see scars and a barrier of protection, because she is afraid of being in pain again; also, fields of flowers, because inside she is beautiful, and she loves them. She has been mislabeled, she has been used and has suffered the scourge of mental and physical abuse — so you must be delicate with her, as if holding the petals of a flower. In her soul, there is mystery and wonder, and when she loves, she loves with everything within her. In sincerity, you must hold her and serenade her soul with beautiful whispers. In her life, if she chooses you to enter, remember not to take her for granted, and to grow in love together, there must be loyalty, respect, and understanding. The importance of patience and communication must not be understated. Anger, from the inevitable stresses of life, and your interactions with her, must be separated. Present flowers to her unexpectedly to let her know she is appreciated. Whatever comes, you will face it with her and get through it together. Be her lover, her strength, and her protector. In matters of intimacy, you must learn her body and know how to touch her. First stimulate her mentally, and there will be transcendency in pleasing each other. She was made in divinity, a beautiful sculpture of the creator. Sometimes, the intricacies of her you might not easily know, so lovingly, speak to her with your heart, and with the depths of your soul.
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Unapologetically, she is sexually free, immersed in pleasure and sensuality. She tastes him, using her tongue teasingly; then looking into his eyes intently, she takes him deeply and slowly with intensity. As his fingers enter the dripping wetness of her pussy, she breathes deeply and says his name purposely. Wanting to pleasure her more, he lifts her legs over his face — her feet pressed against the black velvet upholstered headboard. He begins to use his tongue skillfully to stimulate the erogenous spot that can’t be ignored; she sucks him deeper, moaning with pleasure. Longingly, his tongue moves erotically and intensely; teasingly, outside and inside her, and then outside her again. His immense erectness is the rage of his fire that desires her. Unable to take it any longer, she releases all over him, but he keeps going as if not noticing. Her loud screams, signal waves of pleasure that take over. To taste herself, she kisses him and sucks his fingers. In silent euphoria, from behind he takes her; the fire in him causing an erotic rhythm that quenches the lustful want of her longing. Using the leverage of her hands on the wall, she pushes back against him — causing him to find unexplored depths of her, as she turns her face to the left to look at him. He asks her if she belongs to him through a passionate tone of sensual whispering; she answers, yes, guiding his hand to caress her breasts. They switch from one erotic position to the next, but she is dying to ride him. So she rides him roughly and vigorously without stopping — her hands around his neck. She does not cheat herself, going all the way up the full length of his dick, and then slamming herself back down, to feel the ecstasy of his width. As if in a trance, while sweating, somehow — she keeps her determined rhythm. Eagerly, she wants to cum again, but she wants to cum with him. As she feels the coming explosion, she counts down from ten; barely making it to five, they both release loudly, looking into each other’s eyes.
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She was created in divinity
and born in beautiful darkness.
Her eyes, are many fires,
and her whispers, are
roses that sprout from her lips.
In her aura, there is calmness;
In her steps, a fierce boldness.
The heels she adorns exude
a subtle preeminent sexiness.
Whether formal or informal,
she is a goddess in a dress.
She is sensual, in the display
of the beautiful contours of her neck.
Under blue light, the twilight
kisses her prepossessing silhouette.
Her heart is exceedingly loving,
and her soul is gorgeous.
Violet, blue, pink, and black
are her favorite colors. -
If you should doubt my love for you,
look into the sincerity of my eyes.If you should wonder about the depths of my pain,
listen intently to the hurt in my cries.If you should love me,
love me completely and unconditionally,
with the tenderness of your heart in sincerity.If you should cast me away,
kiss me with finality, and let me go gently.If you should be my wife,
embrace me assertively, and tell me you will love me
with everything within you, for the rest of your life.If we should be together,
let us make moments to remember,
even in old age, keeping our fire—
being enkindled in each other’s desire forever. -
Overcome with intense anticipation
She touches herself in partial undress—
Taking the edge off with her fingers,
And the sounds of heavy breaths.
Listening intently for his steps,
She wants him to come in, sit,
And watch her play with herself before sex.
He walks in, and she keeps going;
Saying his name seductively
Between uncontrolled moaning.
Slowly he starts undressing,
Enticed by her sensual writhing
And the lustful words of her whispering.
The usual foreplay is skipped;
While she she rides him, they deeply kiss.
Sensually, in a circular motion
She vigorously moves her hips.
Passionate confessions are orated
Through sincere and amorous lips;
After the first wave, she holds onto him
Screaming, her body shaking
As if she was involuntarily dancing.
After the second wave, they release together;
The measure of him, deep inside her.
The beauty in their intensity
Is the height of their euphoria,
And the length of the breathtaking
Intimate silence after.
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Every touch is transcendent;
Every whisper, from seductive lips are passionate;
Every thrust is purposed;
Every zone teased, sucked, and licked
Is erogenous;Every released orgasm is intense;
Every silent second after,
An intimate reflection without pretense;Every I love you, is true;
Every answer to every concupiscent question,
Is, I do.
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