The sweetness of her was like blackberry brandy mixed with lemonade, freshly crushed blackberries, simple syrup infused with rosemary, and whiskey in the summer poured over ice boulders. The process of intoxication were her lascivious whispers right before every passionate release, over and over. There was always pleasure in pleasing her, but the epitome of intimacy was pressing upon her the fire of my fervor. There was a perfect balance of tasting her while intermittently enticing her with sensual whispers. I would keep going, waiting for an explosion of shudders. I explored deep waters, wanting to be shipwrecked and immersed in the erotic intricacies of all of her. I wanted to be lost, navigating my way to the depths of her most secret pleasures. The scent of her was gardenias and freshly cut roses after a spring shower in Colombia. The cup of her was the most heightened concupiscent erotica. I drank of her rapture, wanting more and more of her.
Tag: Woman
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Stillness settles; the weeping soul finds solace. Release comes; rivers of sorrow overflow, forming streams of emotions that only weeping angels know. The weary spirit finds rest in a place where hyacinth and lavender winds blow. Mysteries are revealed. The last loving whispers of infinite souls are unsealed. Aura is replenished in meditative essence. In a quiet room a powerful rebirth takes place with only the walls to bear witness. What is written is akin to divine poet laureates collaborating to diligently craft every sentence. In the stillness, the divine feminine begins again in beautiful nakedness. To truly love her, is to embrace her with a pure heart and dry her tears with a thousand passionate kisses.
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The comfort of a woman, affectionate, calming, and feminine is healing to the soul that is hurting. Sometimes tears run in the moment that release is found. To be in her embrace as the warmth of her hands caress one’s face is to know the unrestrained expressions of her love. To be in her presence and to share in the balm of her essence is to discover her angelic existence. Even the fragrance of her freshly conditioned hair brings a tranquility that leads to ecstasy. Her whispers are endless lines of sentimental poetry. The beautiful intricacy of her intimacy is a transcendent lesson in romantic history. Her very existence is the epitome of a divine mystery. Emotions of pure love overflow when she whispers, Kiss me.
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She is nourished by sunshine and rainwater, like fields of lavender flowers rooted in the rich soil of celestial valleys, graced with the calming sounds of peaceful glistening rivers. She spreads her wings and glides over all that she’s dreamt of. The serenity of her soul is the most beautiful and ancient wonder. The celestial bodies crown her. The intonations of her voice are like refreshing flowing streams in early summer. Her gaze is like the aurora borealis in winter. Her whispers are like breathtaking portraits painted by a master. The colors of her soul are hues of blue, purple and lavender. Astonished minds contemplate the most descriptive words that closely describe the ethereal beauty of her.
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Slow the fuck down and let the moment take over. It is not a race when you make love to her. Be like a wine taster and savor her flavor. Sit back and gaze upon the sexy embroidered black lace that drapes her. Enjoy the freshness and sweetness of her breath when you kiss her. Enjoy the feminine arches of her feet, the prettiness of her pedicured toes and the wonderful colors. Enjoy the color and length of her hair and it’s texture. Enjoy the wetness and beauty of her vagina. Enjoy the fullness and the shape of her breasts; enjoy the picturesque silhouette of her neck. Take note of the sexiness of the arches of her eyebrows, the shape and color of her eyes, and her eyelashes that have held the tears that she has cried. Admire the bridge of her nose, as if sculptured by a master. Feel the fullness and softness of her lips. Look upon the shapeliness of her legs, ass, and hips. Say something sincere to her, and then give her an intimate kiss. Massage her body with moisture; and after, watch her sleep in heavenly bliss.
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When she has an absolutely beautiful vagina, the desire to please her is so much deeper. When she is freshly shaven with the scent of perfumed soap out of the shower, the anticipation of the taste of her causes the mouth to water. When she slips into lingerie and clear mules in the bathroom and enters the bedroom displaying a pedicure with a new color, there is a strong desire to fan the flames of her fire. When her skin is glistening with wonderful moisture there is an undeniable want to passionately kiss her all over. When she uses Oscar De La Renta dusting powder and there is deep inhale of the euphoric scent of her, there will be no cessation of oral pleasure until she shudders. When she wraps her legs around the neck, moaning heavily and beginning to sweat — a skilled tongue will cause her to release orgasms over and over until there is nothing in her left. When her favorite vibrator is stimulating her clitoris and a yearning tongue is thoroughly teasing her ass, there is certainty that waves of ecstasy will take away her breath. When she decides to ride significant girth and length, nails will dig into chest as she controls the pleasure of her desired depths. When she is in missionary, her pedicured toes will be sucked, and she will be proficiently fucked immediately after her lover tells her to dexterously massage her own breasts.
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Intricate embroidery encapsulates a beautiful aspect of absolute intimate intricate femininity.
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She is a memory of infinite beauty
A long exhalation after tranquility
The euphoria of new Intimacy
Her sentiments are a beautiful mysteryHer love is precious, unquestionably
Light highlights her femininity softly
She is a dream manifested in reality
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You are loving, passionate, and profoundly intimate with a beautiful spirit. What others do not see in you, I do. You are a rarity chosen from even among the few. From your inception you were a blessing. You are a deeply devoted woman and sincere in your giving. The intellect of you is pleasing. To sit and converse with you is to talk to a woman of immense understanding. Your discourse is refreshing. Moreover, your resilience is infectious, resurrecting hope in the hopeless. Your words are seeds in the hearts of men that spring forth life. You are honored both in silence and in vocalness. The eyes of your admirers fall upon you with illuminated wonder. You are the glory of the dawn of the rising sun after a stormy night in September. You are a friend, lover, businesswoman, deep well of compassion, mother, sister, and daughter crowned under heaven’s cover. You are gorgeous; an object of desire. In your bosom there is fire. Your recognition is that of a different caliber. Your love is invaluable. To weep in your arms and let go is a transcendental therapy unknown. To walk in your feminine is to walk in the sacred nature of your being. Many times you are a healer without knowing. You are one thousand rivers peacefully flowing in synchronized rhythm with gardens, vineyards, and fields of pink roses surrounding them . In stellar light there you stand glowing. There is great comfort in the tone of your voice. Your delicate touch causes tears to well up in the eyes of the afflicted and the anxious. You are loved, so much. You are precious. You are a red diamond untouched.
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Fearless beauty overlooks the lights of the city. Black hair flowing over black satin bestows upon her the mysterious darkness of a raven. She is vampiric in nature — sleeping all day then at night awakening. There was a time when she held back, showing mercy; now, she slays in heels, conquering all that she can see, flawlessly. No, she will not fucking suffer in silence quietly. She has many lovers, not fucking them all separately, necessarily. She drinks an amaretto sour and smokes a cigarette at an ultra exclusive event. She stalks the secret places where lascivious noises are heard from people fucking with masked faces. If she wants you to know her, you will know her. If not, she will remain nameless and faceless with no traces. The night calls her, and she answers with a whisper. A tempest fast approaches. She is lightning. She is thunder.
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