Love me. Love me deeply. Love me without hesitancy. Love me with the full understanding of who I am, not who you might want me to be. Love me madly. Love me with faithfulness that is seldom seen. Love me like purple hues and bright blue stars over magical redwood trees in a midnight dream. Love me with the same fervor in public and places unseen. Love me in the full radiance of yellow, violet, and burgundy flowers that reach for the heavens, bursting forth with new life under sunshine in spring. Love me in the presence of willows that weep and whisper sentimentally over peaceful streams, giving shade to butterflies who dream. Love me indescribably. Love me defiantly. Love me loudly. Love me silently. Love me thoroughly. Love even the whispers the winds carry when the precious ones of the world speak of me. Love me intentionally. Love me when the world is against me. Love me in the throes of my trauma and my anxiety. Love me with a fiery sensuality. Love me with unbreakable loyalty. Love me eternally.
Tag: poem
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He’s a man of a certain age, who is distinguished in his appearance; an only son, who honors and takes care of his elderly parents. He’s come a long way through determination and perseverance. Many were his trials and tribulations, but he is thankful for the wisdom of life’s lessons. He views his age of maturity as a blessing. He was quoted as saying, “My hunger for knowledge is never-ending.” He has wept the tears of suffering — now, the tears that fall from him, are tears of joyous ascension. He carries himself no less than a gentleman. He has many impressive collections of different genres. He finds joy in passing down essential information and wisdom to the young men who inquire of him.
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She was invisible to them when they thought she was nothing, but then she ascended to heights they never could imagine.
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War
I seek not strife, but if it is war let it be war forever. I am of the likeness of my mother, erasing the face of the cowardice of my father. I have sought reconciliation, but now war is in my heart, so I seek reconciliation no longer. I am the son of heaven’s daughter. Instead of sorrow, I would rather laughter. Instead of unhappiness, I would rather have joy now and in the hereafter. The sentiments of my soul run deep through many mighty rivers. To the mighty and beautiful Redwood trees I will read my story aloud then listen closely for the whispers of their ponder. I’ve strived to be a man well remembered. I wade in deep dark waters facing the sinister anxiety that seeks to destroy me; for long I have warred with unrelenting horror. It is when blood runs and tears fall that I have given all that I can render.
—Intermission—
Passion
Beautiful whisperings, crying, and the exchange of expensive rings mean nothing if sentiments of love are not genuine. After love making, so much beauty is found in intimate conversation. There is so much depth and true feeling in the heart of an ardent woman. In the embrace of true love there is room to begin again. When long held secrets are divulged and tears run you will know that a genuine and unbreakable love has come. Endless joy is a spiritual immersion. I take a look at myself, the younger version, and I take heed to the wisdom of love’s lessons. There is nothing more romantic than sincere words spoken of the heart’s emotion followed by kisses of passion. Carnal desire is pleasure, but when paired with true love it becomes blue flames of everlasting fire. Marriage is not signatures on paper, it is the coming together and bonding of one another in passionate love forever.
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Black Silk embraces her like
A slow immersion in dark water;
Satin, caresses her body tightly,
Softly holding her in its rapture. -
Starved for an orgasm, she kept saying to him, Baby, please make me cum.
She really enjoyed feeling the depths of the girth and length of his shaft,
but on that particular night, he knew that her body craved
the skillful use of his tongue to make the euphoria last.
He started by softly and passionately kissing between her thighs,
then with the tip of his stiffened tongue, he talentedly teased her ass;
he then paused and whispered to her, Suck your fingers then rub your clit while I do this. Through heavy breaths she responded, Okay baby; I thought you’d never ask. -
On my way into to the city, I saw you on the 2;
you were wearing gold open toe heels
and a deep V neck dress that was blue.
The color of your dress matched the color
of your pedicure, which I noticed was new.
You had hazel eyes and a big curl hairdo—
also, you were adorned in a tennis bracelet
and a necklace with a charm that said, I Love You.
In that moment, I wondered who was so lucky to have you
and if his was love was really pure and true.
To be polite, I glanced again, but I did not stare;
in your seat, you were like a goddess sitting on a golden chair.
My heart said to me, Victor, compliment her respectfully,
but my tongue whispered coldly, Don’t you dare.
I laughed when something suddenly came to mind,
but I was unprepared in my astonishment, when
you got up for your stop and said to me beautifully
as you walked out, I like your smile. -
Still, I search for lost parts of my heart that many lovers kept;
But I didn’t know I was so deeply wounded until I was near death
When true love left, and in darkness I sorely wept. -
Lace, wraps the contours of her body beautifully.
Her gloss red nails contrasts against her tulle tights sensually.
She is a goddess in heels, essentially; a woman, who other women envy.
Without her stilettos, she stands at 5’3″ wonderfully.
Reverse cowgirl is her favorite position, but to climax
A little differently, she likes to ride his tongue, occasionally.
When he’s inside her from behind, she likes to look back at him teasingly.
To go deeper inside her, he holds onto her garter belt tightly.
She does her own nails, but most times, she gets them done professionally.
Sometimes, he teases her, by licking her wetness through her panties;
She wants him to release all over her torn sheer stockings and black heels.
Intimate Compositions 