After tears stream,
sensual kisses fall
on beautiful contours
of the neck and shoulders.
Sincere apologies are conveyed
through passionate kisses
and intimate whispers.
She deeply loves him,
and he deeply loves her.
In the height of their
most intimate moment,
they vow to stay
together forever.
Tag: Love
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The longing of sexual tension led her to drenched anticipation;
For months, she dreamt of him after eye contact, lingering touches, and subtle flirting.
Now, he kisses her softly — expressing his want through the eagerness of his body.
On top of him, she if flushed with primal lust,
But she savors the moments and is not rushed;
She moves slowly, releasing the sounds of uninhibited sensuality
As she looks into his eyes directly.
They kiss deeply, caught in the rapture of flawless ecstasy.
She whispers to him, letting out all of the things she’s wanted to say, finally.
Her words inflame his erotic nature;
Tightly closing his eyes, he strongly holds her, bringing her down faster and deeper,
Taking her to a place of transcendent euphoria and unending pleasure. -
When it was over, he kissed her and savored the moments after,
going over scenarios in his mind, so the next time, he could again thoroughly please her.
And in his constant longing, he again aroused her, appealing to her erotic nature;
he then teased her neck, venturing lower and lower,
allowing the eagerness of his tongue to take over.
In sweet ecstasy, she released loudly,
in the place where the taste of her still lingers. -
See yourself in her.
Her struggles.
Her agony.
Her alienation from family.
Feel the levels of her depths
in every breath.
Feel the heavy weight
of her anxiety and stress.
Hear the lament in her speech
and in yourself.
Revisit your childhood trauma,
and take heed that her story
may be similar.
Go past her exterior,
and see all the elements
that make her. -
Through a symphony of moaning, your body tells me of its longing.
I am passionate in my approach and intent in my listening.
To please you, is more than just mere expressions of the physical;
It is primal passion, long lasting, mixed with something ethereal.
I immerse myself in you, after a red sky fades into the night
And the color of the sky becomes midnight blue.
You hold onto me, tightly, shuddering uncontrollably,
Unable to express to me what you feel, verbally, but I know; baby, I know.
I must venture deeper to capture the raw essence of your primal heart;
I want you to tell me the secrets of your erotic desires, as if we were long distance lovers.
Whisper to me, not what I want to hear, but the things you’ve wanted to try for years.
Our intimacy started when I kissed your neck and shoulders, as you let down your hair.
The beauty of your aura must be appreciated, so I step back and stare;
With sensual eyes, I step back and stare.
I close my eyes to savor the moment, and when they are again opened, a goddess is there.
A beautiful goddess, with long flowing waterfalls for hair, is standing there. -
He remembers every intimate intricacy of her sensuality,
the taste of her intensity, and the reaction of her body.
His uninhibited soul, kisses her deeply and wildly.
The silent anticipation is quickly drowned in screams
and unquenchable erotic whispers in-between. -
See her in her transcendence;
Witness the travail of her awakening .
Listen to her wails as she sheds the pain.
See her standing in angelic form,
Her broad wings sheltering her from dark rain.
Her voice is as calm as one thousand flowing streams
Through lush valleys in spring.
Her strengths are many, and she is loving.
Her face is radiant in sunshine, and she walks on the clouds.
In heaven, with gold, her head is crowned.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
Over the flowing waterfall that is her hair, there is a golden crown.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
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When she wasn’t there for him
his tears blew in the wind,
from eyes crying, because of the dying
promises that could have been. -
There is no reason or validation needed to love you.
There is no rational or explanation of the feelings
within me, when I hold you.There is nothing in all the worlds more beautiful than you.
There is too long a list, to write the traits that define you.
There is a particularly wonderful aura about you.
There is no uncertainty that my heart belongs to you.
There is a certain silence after intimacy that
denotes to your heart all of the words that my
mouth wants to tell you.
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