Intimate Confessions

Between euphoric breaths,
she confessed that she loved him;
not holding back, she gave him her everything,
and in her moaning, she signaled her joy
and the fulfillment of her longing—
touching his soul, and evoking emotions
that long stirred within the depths of him.
It is then that he said to her, I want no one else;
forever you are my woman
.
Without inhibition, she rode him
uncovering the breadth of her eroticism—
she leaned in and kissed him,
whispering to him, how much she had missed him.
And after the last letter, she released the passion of her fire
and kept going as he whispered, faster.
His drive took him over the edge
when she passionately said, mi amor, deeper
he closed his eyes when she seductively
Started sucking his fingers;
and in the height of his release,
he told her, that he was more than a lover
but that he was in love with her.



Unending Ecstasy

In her surrender, she found unparalleled pleasure.
The words that are said in the most intense moments
are conveyed through sensual whispers and are remembered after.
The fervor of her drive, is like an erotic book with unending chapters;
the usual monotonous positions are left behind in their euphoric discovery,
as they both transcend to higher heights of intimacy and ecstasy.
The expressions of her eroticism were the fulfillment of a long held fantasy.
The passion of their interaction could never be duplicated;
every session, is like a salacious entry written secretly in a personal diary—
unique in its exitance, untamed, erotogenic, and fiery.
Her open toe heels, and black silk romper teddy are beautiful simplicity,
yet sexually appealing — highlighting the essence of her femininity.
The importance of foreplay is not missed,
in the sexually stimulating places that he is so enthusiastic to kiss—
She cannot hide her true desires that are revealed in her wetness;
the closing of her eyes, and her sensual sighs, tell him to keep going.
In pleasing her, he is also pleasing himself, in his undying yearning.
Her hips move in a rhythmic circular motion
that cause unselfconscious orgasms and uncontrollable screaming;
In the heat of passion, it is deep inside her that she feels him—
She kisses him again, deeply, to make sure she is not dreaming.


Vampiress (before the light)

A vampiress once roamed alone,
looking for love, far away from her home.
Many men had come, and many had gone.
Some she had turned; some she had slowly
drained of their blood from stem to stern.
But after one thousand years unloved, she burned
with desire, for the true love that she yearned;
And when she found him he wouldn’t be turned,
and to her home, with him, she would return.
So she traveled far in search of love
with purple lipstick and black silk gloves;
In the day she slept, but the night was hers.
She was beautiful — with long dark hair,
manicured nails, and a seductive stare.
She went to places with many men there—
The first three she met, they offered sex,
but she drained their blood, and took their breath;
The same for the two after, and then the next.
But the seventh man, he took her hand,
and gave a kiss like a gentleman;
At first they dined with vintage wine,
then they slowly danced; his eyes were kind.
The dawn approached, so she had to go,
but before she left she let him know;
I am a vampiress, and I am old.
My heart does not beat, and my flesh is cold.

He said, My lady you are beautiful,
and now that I know what you are,
still I am not fearful; I promise forever to love you.

He then took her lovingly in his embrace, and said,
My love, let us leave this place.
Your love in darkness will be my fate;
but before the light, let us leave this place.
She looked at him and kissed his face,
and said, My love, let us leave this place.

Erotic Intricacies

In the heat of passion, they lock eyes like nothing else matters.
She holds onto him, lost in the euphoria of flowing eroticism;
Straddling him on a wooden chair, she takes control,
pacing every sensual movement on the tips of her toes.
He pulls her into him, kissing her passionately,
and finding every secret intricacy in her erogenous zones;
he is rewarded with the wildness of her lust and the echoes of her moans.
She purposely teases herself with every thrust, fast and then slow,
wanting the pleasure to last forever — not wanting to let go.
At the height of her euphoria she is beautiful; her nails dig into him,
and he is intoxicated by the pleasure of the feeling
and the lascivious words of her whispering.
Amatory ecstasy totally takes over;
her moans louder, his thrusts deeper.
Tightly, he holds her, caught in the
movements of her rapture.
She screams loudly, falling into him
uncontrollably, and then it’s over.
He looks at her with longing,
because she is his lover,

and he loves her.

Aura of Her

She meditates in darkness

Bathed in feminine softness

Bearing the contours of a sensual goddess

The aesthetic mystery of her body
is just the surface

Her soul is beautiful and perfect in its purpose

Her voice is like many peaceful streams
and summer sunlight glistening on the surface
of calm rivers

Blue Dreams

Colors of blue variations enter into intimate spaces.
Dark blue flows through, leaving light blue traces.
Ultramarine blue lips on a goddess, leaves the mark of a celestial kiss.
Chelsea blue, covering New York City in the warmth of spring is almost ethereal;
Midnight blue, contrasting against an ivory backdrop is beautiful.
Majorelle blue silk, brushing against soft cream colored quilts is next to sensual.
A blue sapphire shinning in its clarity is a wondrous thing of mystery;
On a golden throne, indigo stands alone, but together with ivory
It is an empyrean beauty for the eyes to see.
Navy blue and cream, should never go unseen.
Egyptian blue, approached me subtly

With white chocolate dipped strawberries
And kissed me in an erotic dream.

My Angel

I am shattered, but cradle me in my ruin;

I am unloved, so hold me in your bosom,
and let me feel the heartbeat of love again;

I am in constant pain, so don’t forsake me
when I fall to my knees in incessant weeping;

My body and soul are weary, so when you look upon me
kiss me, and whisper sweet things to me when I am sleeping;

I cry out, from the depths and darkness of desolation,
so spread your white wings in light, and rescue me
from utter devastation — my angel.

Anticipation

The longing of sexual tension led her to drenched anticipation;
For months, she dreamt of him after eye contact, lingering touches, and subtle flirting.
Now, he kisses her softly — expressing his want through the eagerness of his body.
On top of him, she if flushed with primal lust,
But she savors the moments and is not rushed;
She moves slowly, releasing the sounds of uninhibited sensuality
As she looks into his eyes directly.
They kiss deeply, caught in the rapture of flawless ecstasy.
She whispers to him, letting out all of the things she’s wanted to say, finally.
Her words inflame his erotic nature;
Tightly closing his eyes, he strongly holds her, bringing her down faster and deeper,
Taking her to a place of transcendent euphoria and unending pleasure.