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.
Tag: relationships
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If I love with everything within me again, will again my heart be broken?
Should I even recall the pain that deeply wounded me, or should it remain unspoken?
If I love again, should I love cautiously or with reckless abandon?
My intricacies are a part of me, but will I be granted understanding?
For three seasons, there was beautiful intimacy, but should I hold her in my memories?
Does my heart betray me when I say her name inadvertently?
With so many past lovers, why would my soul hold onto to her so tightly?
Should I be angry with my own heart because it loves so deeply?
Should I have ignored her betrayal because she kissed so sweetly?
Did I truly know the depths of her, or was I blinded by her beauty?
In the height of our intimacy what were the words that she whispered to me?
Is not the foremost appeal of a seductress her sensual mystery?
Do I weep for myself, or do I weep for her because of the mistrust and anguish she carried? -
Seductive whispers drive her passion
To the edge of an intense orgasm.
For so long, longing lips wanted to be kissed;
For so long, she wanted to be missed.
For so long, she was unhappy in her prior relationship,
But now, finally — she is his.
He loves her deeply, expressing his
Passionate feelings through intimacy;
Undoubtedly, they belong to each other completely.
As he goes deeper inside her—
Through luscious lips,
She whispers his name amorously. -
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. -
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. -
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. -
You never told me how you felt about me,
but now that I have discovered your secret,
somehow, I burn in the fires of jealousy.
My heart torments me, whispering unsolicited scenarios
of what could have been or what could be.
Seeing you with him, I whisper to myself,
It should have been you and I;
at the time, other lovers occupied my time,
so I couldn’t clearly see how you looked at me.
Maybe I was always yours in my heart subconsciously —
destined to discover your true feelings inevitably.
When you see her again don’t be angry,
but for the record, it was your closest
and most trusted friend that
revealed it to me. -
I live, because you love me,
and I am carried in your heart—
but if you should ever stop loving me,
Kiss me passionately one last time in my finality—
and lie to me beautifully,
before I depart. -
We were both broken
but took pieces of each other
and nurtured them
to find our healing;
we kissed each other
in the throes of our weeping,
and we held each other
in the darkness of our sleeping.
To shield each other from
the coldness of this cruel world,
we held each other’s hearts
in warmth for safe keeping—
finding new levels of love for each other
in the utterances of our whispering
and in the transcendent
intimacy of our bonding.
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