I love you deeply,
She said genuinely
From sensuous lips
So sweetly.
Tag: Woman
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U.S. Poet Laureate, Natasha Trethewey; a brief introduction and two readings:
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Black Widow beautiful, untamable, terrifyingly calculating on wealthy men blinded by ecstasy — unaware, frighteningly vulnerable. Her tongue is a tool of magic that can easily turn the tables. The depth of primal lust for her: the unbridled desire is insatiable. Her sexual flower is extremely beautiful, wonderfully fragrant, and wet like white gardenias in morning dew. Her exquisite fucking is irresistible; her breasts are sensually supple. Sweat beads on her feminine flesh when she rides hard in the saddle. The scent of her essence is the most expensive Parisienne perfume. Her venom is most potent when she softly says, I love you. Barely after one sensual session men desperately want her to whisper, I do. So many hastily run to their own impending doom. Her heart is dark, but her ravishing smile can light up a room. Perfectly manicured feet are concealed in size 7 pointed toe heels. She is well traveled; her favorite haunt is Hotel TwentySeven in the Netherlands. Again and again she breaks even the strongest men. Instantly they are entangled in her silk web of smooth words and erotic overtures. You could make love to her wonderfully with sincere intimacy while reciting beautiful poetry of everlasting fidelity, but she would never be yours. The verses of her song are entrapment, and death is her chorus. She once loved but was betrayed of love. She once tearfully gave her all, but her heart was shattered in the chilled winds of a late and bitter fall. If you look closely one can see eyes of beauty devoid of love and empathy. Her psyche is an intricately unemotional and psychotic mystery. The art of her seduction is a master class in eroticism unattainable by the majority. She casts her spell of calming lullabies. When her husband is asleep she kisses him and whispers her final goodbyes — unleashing the terror within her. There he lies in an elaborately crafted bed adorned in a light blue satin pajama set appearing to be in deep sleep, but he is not alive. There is an updated life insurance policy on his nightstand, newly signed. He’s a seventy year old gentleman with a documented heart condition given a substance the medical examiner will never find. She stares at him in silence through lifeless eyes and smiles; then she dials three numbers with hysterical cries, weeping, screaming venomous lies.
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Speak to me one last time before eternal silence comes and I am left undone. Before finality makes its haste, let us kiss passionately in our final embrace, my tears of love falling endlessly on your angelic face. Forgive me if I have ever hurt you. My tears are tears of love and the sentiments of deep sorrow. Let us now confess our love for each other fervently and forget about tomorrow. We hold on to each other perpetually never letting go. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but I swear on my own blood that the angels with sentimental tears write about us. I swear on my mother’s blood that I love you with all my heart. Neither life nor death could pull us apart. You wipe my tears away as the world falls away. Don’t go; please stay. What fate is this that I fall on my knees beside your bedside and weep trying to appeal to the empathy of destiny to give us at least one more day? Hold on, baby; breathe. Take my breath, and come into the picturesque gardens of my secret depths. Let your hair down and dance with me in vineyards of glory. Take all of me. Take me with you on your peaceful journey. In my loving embrace the last tears fall from your eyes. To find you, I will search my heart’s secret chambers and look toward the skies. You sleep, my love. You sleep. You are immensely beautiful. I love you.
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Gentle touch, fingers caress face, the lightest brush; Sounds of sobbing, then beautiful hush; Angelic song is sung, in warm embrace joyous tears run; Depths of sentiments unfold, divine communication with everything told; Safety to be vulnerable; Bond of love eternal; Joining of two fires unquenchable; Strength of loyalty unbreakable; Something beautiful and ethereal; The true love that is irreplaceable; Comfort found in the arms of an angel; The power of femininity that is often overlooked for something merely sexual; Transcendence of the physical to the spiritual; Intimacy a daily ritual; Love immeasurable; You and I against the world overcoming the seemingly insurmountable; In our hearts our vows we hold; The story of our love engraved in pure gold; We wipe away each other’s tears in that secret garden where gentle winds blow; The stillness of a woman, incomparable and wonderful.
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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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Phenomenal
Professional
Exceptional
Wonderful
Beautiful
Sensual
are but a few of the
words that define you.
You are wonderfully Natural
with a gorgeous hue. -
Almond, honey and milk total lather; the softness of mulberry silk quilts, heavenly texture; first a shower, then warm bath after — immersion in perfumed bath oils at least thirty minutes to one hour; a goddess arises from her slumber in perfectly warm water, pat dries, and is wonderfully moisturized; magnificently arched eyebrows rise above almond eyes; a warm freshly laundered towel from the dryer envelops her; comfortable velvet pink vanity chair in front on vanity mirror — generous application of body butter, pulled up hair, manicured nails, feminine aura. She applies women’s dusting powder by Estée Lauder. Black satin kimono robe rests on supple softness; in expansive walk-in closet several pairs of heels, jewelry, and newly dry cleaned favorite Givenchy spring collection dress. Light sprays of floral perfume drift through bedroom. Lit beeswax candles illuminate sentimental heirlooms. Lavender color satin bedding covers pillow top California king. On vintage French ottoman bench a woman softly sings. She is a woman of the evening. In antique jewelry box lay naturally pink diamond earrings. Café Cubano sips from white porcelain coffee cup on large black marble kitchen table. The night is still young, perhaps she will slip into something sexy to conquer the town. Light blue lace panties from lace mesh bra and panties set under backless turtleneck black mini dress; black square toe heeled mules or stiletto pumps to compliment.
Intimate Compositions 