Tag: Women
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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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Intricate embroidery encapsulates a beautiful aspect of absolute intimate intricate femininity.
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Before your inception you were a beautiful destiny, meant to be a radiant light and comfort to many. You may be berated unjustly by some publicly, but in secrecy you are their adoration and their envy. The calmness of your heart is infectious, taming the ferocity of the beast of anxiety. You have suffered cruelty, and you have shed tears endlessly. You have held painful secrets for years tearfully, reluctant to tell anybody. Your cross is extremely heavy, and you carry it, sometimes having to drag it on bloodied and scarred knees. You give of yourself selflessly and generously, yet no one seems to see your needs; no one offers a kiss or a gift or a gesture of preciousness. They constantly take from you without even a turn of the head to say thank you. You were violated and abused, yet they still don’t believe you.
I see you my angel; I offer all the love that I have in my heart, and I send you gifts of gratitude. I see you on the train, tired from work and in pain. I see you walking home with sorrowful eyes under dark skies and heavy rain. I see you nodding off from exhaustion before you board your plane. I see the disappointment on your face after speaking to the man you thought that loved you, only to realize he forgot your name. I see the wounding of your soul when you are tearful and words escape you, but you don’t have to explain. My beautiful and precious angel, you never have to explain. My soul is also wounded — I understand your pain. I understand the depth of your silent cries, because I cry the same.
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Christy Turlington turned around and stunned in a black evening gown. Naomi Campbell walked briskly on white marble and brought the house down. Helen Williams was elegant and demure, adorning white dress gloves, diamond earrings, and white fur. Marilyn came in smiling and graced the crowd with a breathtaking spin. Chrystèle whispered something in my ear, but it was a packed gathering and I couldn’t hear. Capucine set the high ceiling on fire with her red hair. In Dior, Ivy Nicholson shot me a glare as she stood statuesque beneath a beautiful crystal chandelier. Yasmeen Ghauri was absolutely beautiful, wearing stiletto mules with a deep V-Neck cocktail dress, navy blue. Donyale Luna and I danced together wonderfully; I marveled at her beauty when after, she told me of her adventures in Italy and recited passionate poetry. There was a surprise appearance by Jayne Kennedy who happened to hear about the gala in the midst of shooting her latest movie. Vonetta McGee joined the party with majestically curled hair, immaculate makeup, and almond eyes that moved me. Diane Keaton arrived with Pat Cleveland who was wearing Chanel everything for the evening. I had been drinking, but I swore that I saw Marilyn kissing Rock Hudson. Beside me a stunning woman was singing, whose name happened to be Nancy Wilson. Donyale lit a cigarette and deeply inhaled. Linda Evangelista sported vintage haute couture; Cindy Crawford conquered in ready-to-wear Louis Vuitton when she walked through the door. I politely complimented Tyra on her attire — she smiled and said, thank you in a calming whisper.
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Immeasurable beauty cannot be contained. You are various vibrant colors of flowers untamed. The soil is rich beneath you; you are crowned with the sun and heaven’s rain. The healing comfort of you is unexplainable — your soft kisses, sensually exceptional. Your love is the empathy of tearful angels. Your loving whispers breakdown the barriers of the guarded heart, causing the heartbroken to trust in love again. Your intoxicating fragrance is Jasmine moving gently in caressing tropical winds. Even in your slumber you transcend. You have tasted the bitterness of betrayal and have wept, but your betrayer can find no peace in perpetual agony shedding tears in the place that you once slept. The profoundness of you is sweet refreshing water of a well with unending depth. Slowly disrobe and intently look at yourself — consider the divinity of your femininity and take a deep breath. You are the embodiment of something precious and rare in a place where nothing but desolation is left. There was a time you hardly slept. There was a time you constantly wept in brokenness. Through pain your rebirth came, and you took hold of the joy that you rightfully claim. You are an empress beautiful and immaculate in your reign. You are naturally sensual. The beauty of you is immeasurable, and the twinkling stars know your name.
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Feminine form adorned with seductive jewelry elegantly highlighting undertones of sensuality subtly; it is appropriately sexy whether casually or formally — paired with a pedicure it can invoke the desire to thoroughly please orally. Gold resting on moisturized shimmering skin is something of beauty; the essence of a woman’s expression displayed simply, yet so wonderfully.
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Phenomenal
Professional
Exceptional
Wonderful
Beautiful
Sensual
are but a few of the
words that define you.
You are wonderfully Natural
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You are beautiful with the glow of angels, the gorgeous stars claim you as one of their own. Far above where the clouds rest you are home. The sun is your crown and the earth is your throne. You are irreplaceable and wonderful; not inconsequential but special. The very aura of your beauty is exceptional; you transcend on breathtaking levels. Your kisses are healing to the heartbroken — your caresses like gentle summer rain on roses blooming. The depth of your intimacy no one can see but when shared, brings loving words, sincere confessions and joyous tears. Your calming voice expels fear. The deep well of your affectionate soul is like the culmination of heavy rain of one thousand years. You are a goddess who has seen pain and shed tears. You were resurrected from the darkness of affliction into the light of love which can never be prevailed against or overcome. You are one of one, unique in the bask of nature’s illumination. You are the origin of future nations. Destiny has shined on you favorably — you stand powerful in your womanhood and femininity. You see through divine eyes what others cannot see. Through and through you are beautiful, absolutely.
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It is the eyes that are telling when gazing upon the countenance of a woman. The delicateness of her is immeasurably beautiful. She is a pink rose in the morning dew. You must love her to draw water from the deep well of her soul. The wonderful sent of her blow-dried hair could be considered something so simple, but in the arms of her lover it becomes something deeply intimate. The crown she wears is a crown of passionate kisses from the lover that truly loves her. The Sun is her father, and the North Star is her mother. She was conceived in December in the coldest winter that envied the warmth of her. The beauty of her countenance is the manifestation of the radiance of her essence that lies beneath the surface. She is the Phoenix eternally rising, her diamond eyes breathtakingly shining as she stares upon a celestial horizon.
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