The hands in black satin gloves glide across the smooth surface of what holds the lifeless. Her husband kneels beside her casket, giving her a final kiss. There is weeping in the great hall. It is cold, and outside rain falls. Silver haired women adorning black veils conceal gold crucifix necklaces beneath black shawls. Old men who have survived many years of deep sorrow sit stoically in the back rows. Tears stream as cold rain turns into snow. There are variations of flowers in many different colors, but the lifeless does not know. Six strapping men stand in position to lift her again. After hoisting, they walk slowly in tandem; each one of them wearing gloves of black satin. Rose petals fall gently on snow as if the roses themselves shed tears in mourning. Winter winds carry the sounds of sorrow. A sea of black is the procession that follows. Black clothes contrast against white snow as if the pitch darkness of night was invading the brightness of daylight. Elder men lean on vintage brass handle walking canes at the grave site. Widowers comfort each other as they gather. Though usually stoic—still, they cry for her. She was a beautiful wife and mother they whisper. At the moment of the lowering, her husband falls to his knees; weeping, he reaches for her. She was immensely loved. She no longer lives, yet still, she does.
Tag: Marriage
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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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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.
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Before she fucks him, she always takes of her wedding rings. She says she sincerely loves her husband, but his dysfunction does not allow him to satisfy her constant craving. Often in uncontrollable amorous throbbing, she touches herself, and she uses many different toys of her choosing; but her desire is for the sensuous feeling of the real thing. With her lover, at first, per agreement, there was just primal fucking, not intimate kissing — but as time went on, rules were broken, and her husband, she divorced him; and her lover, she fell in love with him. But her lover, he was not faithful to her, for her lover had wives, mothers and others. Some were for pleasure, some were for the money of his hire. Often after the quenching of her lustful hunger, she thinks about the husband who unconditionally loved her when she is in the shower. She misses her husband’s loving whispers and sincerely affectionate kisses. She misses the way she was held. She cries, because he rescued her from emotionally hell, took care of her wonderfully and treated her so well. But he could not satisfy her sexually — he could not bring her to ecstasy; he could not quench the fire within her. The bareness of her ring finger signifies the story of tragedy, and even after ecstasy, still, she is unhappy.
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When love is no more, and the rings that symbolize eternal vows are taken off, the weeping of tears come and the deep pain of constant reflection of what was, and what could have been, if only. Two lovers who loved each other are left decimated and lonely. Tears fall on a beautiful white veil that was worn in a wonderful ceremony of which there were close friends in attendance and family. Possessions are moved out, and the home which was shared becomes empty, save a few wedding pictures in broken glass frames that become shattered memories of love, affection, trust, intimacy and ecstasy.
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When we cry together, know that I am your protector, lover and strong shoulder forever. Never forget, that when it storms I am your shelter. The depths of love have shown me secret paths that have transformed my once hardened heart and have made me better. I mean every word in every vow made to you, down to the letter. I was broken; so shattered — I sought healing through many sexual encounters, but there was still an emptiness, though I had many lovers. True intimacy is so much more than fleshly pleasure. I held you and kissed you the first night. I admit, that I wanted you, but a beautiful transcendency took a hold of me, and unexpectedly I uttered through a sincere whisper, Let’s just talk more and get to know each other. I listened intently to your life story as we lied together, and you moved me like no other. Baby, I swear you moved me like no other. It was then that my soul stirred within me, and I said to myself silently, I love her; I truly love her.
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For so long, I dreamt about your love and caressed your face in beautiful imagery. You are gorgeous, but I searched for the inner parts of your aura that others couldn’t see. I confess sincerely, that when I first saw you my soul loved you, and I wanted your heart to belong to me. My heart kept you safe in a secret place and whispered sentiments that words could never adequately convey — now here we are, face to face, kissing each other passionately and lost in each other’s embrace. The tone of your shimmering skin contrasts beautifully against white lace. Let me say expressly, that I love you deeply and endlessly; the fire in me that burns for you burns brightly and can never be quenched. The intimacy we share is like the aura of ethereal air. When you smile, I am happy, soaring high in clear skies above rivers, mountains, and valleys; your loving touch takes me to a place of serenity. You are a woman among women, a passionate lover, a friend like no other, and the embodiment of transcendent love. Secretly, your affection moves me to tears, but I can’t hide my emotions from beautiful eyes that truly see. I had already swore vows to you through the depths of my heart, but here and now, I pledge to you verbally to always love you, safely keep you, and through storms, fire, and deep waters shelter you — and keep my sensual fire, and make love to you intensely because you are the woman of my intimate desire. Let us now kiss each other deeply in the company of our beloved ones, with white gardenias, burgundy roses, and bougainvillea magenta glory at their boundary. I make these intimate confessions to you, in love and sincerity.
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Two lovers again found each other;
And in their rediscovery, they
First wept, then expressed
Their feelings towards each other sensually.
Passionately, he makes love to her;
Whispering the feelings of his heart,
He tells her, Baby, I’m so glad we’re
back together; I want you, I love you, I need you,
and never again do I want us to be apart.
Sincerely, he asks forgiveness
for all the times he hurt her,
And she accepts his apology
With a loving kiss
And a gentle whisper. -
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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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.
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