Bring me into the womb of your secrets, for I long to be reborn in your memories, hopes and dreams. Allow me to know you deeply; keep nothing from me, so that I can love you perfectly. Please, do not hide your hurt from me — for I too have wept and lived with hurt silently. The tears of my pain have fallen like unending rain. I am wounded, deeply. If I have ever hurt you intentionally or unintentionally, please forgive me.
Tag: Love
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What emotions are in the heart of a woman that her eyes convey so palpably and succinctly?
What deep river flows in her soul that emanates such extensive beauty?
What can a man offer to an angel that is acceptable, impeccable and irreplaceable?
How can her arua bring a calmness and contemplative stillness that is tearful and indescribable?
How can a mere gaze upon her bring a rush of intense feelings and deep desire?
What first kindled the demonstrative fire inside of her?
Oh, the absolute joy of anticipation of a sweet kiss and loving words from the fullness of sweet lips.
Who can truly discover the treasure of a woman’s secrets?
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You are beautiful with the glow of angels, the gorgeous stars claim you as one of their own. Far above where the clouds rest you are home. The sun is your crown and the earth is your throne. You are irreplaceable and wonderful; not inconsequential but special. The very aura of your beauty is exceptional; you transcend on breathtaking levels. Your kisses are healing to the heartbroken — your caresses like gentle summer rain on roses blooming. The depth of your intimacy no one can see but when shared, brings loving words, sincere confessions and joyous tears. Your calming voice expels fear. The deep well of your affectionate soul is like the culmination of heavy rain of one thousand years. You are a goddess who has seen pain and shed tears. You were resurrected from the darkness of affliction into the light of love which can never be prevailed against or overcome. You are one of one, unique in the bask of nature’s illumination. You are the origin of future nations. Destiny has shined on you favorably — you stand powerful in your womanhood and femininity. You see through divine eyes what others cannot see. Through and through you are beautiful, absolutely.
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My love, listen to me carefully: you are the ascension of joy within me. You are the discovery of immense beauty. Search my heart thoroughly, and find the secret compartments that I keep my precious memories; you will discover that you are there in my embrace eternally at the exact moment when I first caressed your face and kissed you passionately. Stare into your mirror, and see through my eyes what I see — and if tears should fall, know that they are expressions of love from the deep well of my soul. In the comfort of your arms I know that I am truly loved and not alone. Wherever we are together I know that I am home; sweetheart, I know that I am home. For so long I thought that I would forever be alone. I was once shattered, but you made me whole. I am yours completely, search the depths of me, leave nothing unknown. Now, I give you my eternal vow; to love you forever as fervently as I do now. My spirit is drawn to you like the moon’s gravitational pull on the vast oceans. I rise to kiss you, and spiraling waterfalls brush against my face. The physical intimacy of us begins with a gentle touch culminating in a transcendent rush. After, we hold each other, speaking with whispers then fall asleep together in an indescribable hush.
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I am forever yours in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, through the fires of hell and where the angels with golden crowns dwell. I am yours without transaction or inhibition. I am yours without prodding or convincing; it is gladly with all my heart to love you my decision. I am yours unconditionally and without uncertainty. Cast your gaze upon me, kiss me, and tell me that you love me with tears of sincerity. Let us reaffirm our vows in candlelight silently after the intensity of unadulterated intimacy. I please you with everything within me willingly. My mouth craves the taste of your want. I am infused with the passion of your desire. Your perfume invigorates me, and I am taken away with the wonder of your femininity. The totality of you I love, from crown to feet — everything above and underneath; from the limitless heavens and to the undiscovered depths of the sea. There are many beautiful women under the heavens, but it is only you that I truly see. I belong to you, and you belong to me. Forsaking all others we have become one flesh in life and in death. My breath is your breath, and your breath is my breath. Embrace me in loving nakedness, the suppleness of your beautiful breasts against my chest, let our hearts communicate through joyous rhythm and forever connect.
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Predestined to be a blessing with mighty wings you descended from heaven healing love transcending the tears of the sorrowful that are never ending and the tormented that dream of peace in their sleeping before awakening to more weeping holding onto the most precious memories for safe keeping hoping to find an angel and never again be forsaken
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Where were you when I needed you? All I asked for was understanding and compassion. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t about fucking. I valued you as a woman, not body parts for selfish sexual satisfaction. I truly tried in every beautiful way to convey my emotions. Still, I apologize for my own errors. Still, my heart sends you loving whispers. With every intimate moment I reached to caress your essence. With every kiss I wanted you to know that I loved you with everything within me. So many years are spent in unhappiness in the unforgiving purgatory of pretense. So much fucking time is wasted with trivial and bullshit arguments. One thing that I can say about myself is, I always gave you room to vent. At risk of looking weak I would shed tears and tell you that I didn’t want to leave. You once were my reprieve. You were the life that I breathed. In my anxiety, sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to be the man that you needed. I wanted to bring the comfort of security, love and financial stability. I wanted a transcendent intimacy. I wanted you to evoke strong emotions of affection when you looked at me. I wanted you to be exceedingly joyous and happy. Perhaps you are happiest without me. Perhaps I am a romantic fool steeped in some ridiculous love fantasy. Perhaps I should beseech the ghost of Norma Jean and converse with her deeply about life, love and tragedy. The winters are so cold; baby, they are so cold. Fall is already here, and another desolate winter is near. I see you through my tears — baby, I swear that I still see you through my tears.
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Love is accommodating. Love is not rigid in its nature — its elasticity stretches to the limit and still holds everything together. Forgiveness is Love’s greatest gift. Love bestows grace and is gracefully beautiful. Love’s deepest depths may require sacrifice without acknowledgement, thankfulness or reciprocation from its receiver. Love’s essence is manifested in true believers. Love is steadfast in excellent health and more-so in illness near death. Love is not sex, but through intimate sexual expressions Love can be made manifest. Love is eternal. Sometimes, it can be viewed as senseless and irrational. By nature, Love is transcendent with many intricate layers in beautiful colors. Love may require you to stand against opposing sentiment without even an inch of relent. Love is a precious gift heaven sent. Even in the face of death, Love will provide you unfathomable strength. Love is often proclaimed with ultra sincerity in last breaths. Love is spiritual. Love is ethereal. Love touches and heals many people. In Love’s embrace one can can vulnerable. Love is gorgeous. Love is beautifully intimate. Love is sought by those who betrayed the attributes of it in their last moments. Love is a child that causes exceedingly great pain to his mother in labor but after, she cries joyous tears as he is in the embrace of his protector with whom he will share a bond forever. Love is an emotional cord braided with another that could never be severed. Love is sincere and passionate in its endeavors. Love, are the words left with me by my mother before I lost her.
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They use the word LOVE so loosely, corrupting the meaning and tarnishing the radiance of its beauty. I despise their blasphemy, for they have never loved and will never. Their hearts are dark, manipulating emotions for power, sex and money. They are void of morality, cold, without empathy. They whisper lies that sound so sweet — their victims fall into a vicious trap of deceit. Oh, Lord, please help them see it. Heaven, before they are totally broken and the tears run, please help them see it. They prey on the vulnerable, the already victimized, and the heartbroken then intentionally hurt them again. They use the word LOVE as a potent weapon leaving lives in ruin and utter devastation. They will seek LOVE when destruction is upon them, but they will not find it. They will ask for mercy in their final hour of death, but there will be no absolution for their transgressions. In their elder years they will suffer, gaunt with the darkness that condemns them. Blindness will strike them, yet they will clearly see the faces and names of their endless victims. They will reach for the comfort of angels wings, but there will be nothing. Despair will overtake them, and for LOVE they will give every and anything, falling on their knees and praying, saying: Please love me, Please love me, Please love me, incessantly, over and over again in breathless whispering.
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I will kiss you in your sleeping. I will comfort you in your weeping. I will hold you in your dreaming. I will whisper the secrets of my soul to you in my speaking. I will always love you, not for your beauty or for sentiments of duty; I love you for just being. We embark on a new beginning — a beautiful union without ending. Now, with love in our eyes, let us consecrate the vows of our hearts at our wedding before mortal witnesses and the immortal in heaven.
Intimate Compositions 