When we cry together, know that I am your protector, lover and strong shoulder forever. Never forget, that when it storms I am your shelter. The depths of love have shown me secret paths that have transformed my once hardened heart and have made me better. I mean every word in every vow made to you, down to the letter. I was broken; so shattered — I sought healing through many sexual encounters, but there was still an emptiness, though I had many lovers. True intimacy is so much more than fleshly pleasure. I held you and kissed you the first night. I admit, that I wanted you, but a beautiful transcendency took a hold of me, and unexpectedly I uttered through a sincere whisper, Let’s just talk more and get to know each other. I listened intently to your life story as we lied together, and you moved me like no other. Baby, I swear you moved me like no other. It was then that my soul stirred within me, and I said to myself silently, I love her; I truly love her.
Self-indulgence
Hours after, the pleasure still lingers — she can still feel him inside her, the perfect size of him, the continuous throbbing. Again, she wants to fuck him, so she’ll think about the way he sucked and teased her erect sensitive nipples as she rode him; then close her eyes, open her legs wide, and slowly start rubbing until there is a wet explosion, screaming, heavy breathing, and irrepressible shuddering after she whispers his name again and again.
Romantic Getaway
Flames of passion brighten
as twilight waves rush in,
in the evening, there is kissing,
sweet caress, and heaving breathing.
When the darkness finally comes,
there will be sounds of moaning
and the excitement of different positions
that quench the emotions of longing—
a full moon contrasting white sand
against the aesthetic of shimmering skin;
in nakedness after ecstasy, wine glasses
will be filled with sweet Moscato again,
and two lovers will hold each other
with tears of indescribable joy,
in gentle ocean winds.
What do you think about when it’s over? Does the pleasure linger? Please tell me.
Self–Pleasure
Erotic euphoria allows no room for deep contemplation as the body submits fully to passionate rhythms of unwavering stimulation — erect nipples and flowing wetness signify the depth of anticipation, because it has been done so many times before in the comfort of privacy, allowing for sensual expression that is expressed sometimes quietly but most often loudly. Remembering her last intense fucking, she utters, Fuck my pussy, with a large object inside her and her twitching clitoris being massaged expertly by experienced fingers; her left hand slowly moves up to rub and lightly pinch nipples that well know the feeling of the tip of an eager tongue. Imagining him there, she whispers, Please make me cum, not stopping her erotic rhythm for anything or for anyone. What would her high society friends and acquaintances think if they knew that she tasted herself eagerly, licking the wet passion slowly with the tip of her tongue? The beauty of her expression is that she doesn’t give a fuck. She loves telling her lover that she wants to be fucked upon seeing the girth of his cock that she so likes to get on her knees and suck. The lingering taste of him intensifies her want. She opens her legs a little wider to deepen what is vibrating inside her, intently moving her fingers over what is most receptive to pleasure. Her subtle beauty is her femininity and the womanhood of her. To true pleasure, she is no stranger. She is accustomed to marathon fucking and well hung men with stamina. She lies in her bed; her leg hanging off the edge. Her hair flowing into soft pillows, like a vast ocean at the mouth of many rivers. When the height of pleasure finally finds her, there are no words that she can utter. Her pupils dilate. Her body shudders.
Secret Desires
Muscle memory causes anticipation to shudder the body. The tingling of excitement invades the erogenous zones used to the pleasure of a skilled tongue. Her toes will be teased and the soles of her feet, before pleasure travels lower to the flood of a wet discovery. Every erogenous part of her body will be serviced thoroughly. Her experience will not be mediocre; she will be taken care of perfectly in beautiful ecstasy. The butt plug that is already inside her will be pulled out slowly and then reinserted again and again, constantly. The softness and warmth of passionate lips and eager tongue will intensely stimulate her pussy. Her legs will be spread widely, and she will be fucked deeply. Her ass will be explored. She will be spanked hard periodically. Her hair will be pulled firmly. In doggy, she will be fucked roughly. She will say through heavy breaths, Cum inside me, but her wait for his release will be lengthy. She will experience many memorable moments of transcendent ecstasy, then he will finally release, but she will release again. She will lie in bed for several minutes after, in erotic contemplation — after a hot shower she will be disrobed and taken in her favorite position. She will ride him unmercifully, not breaking her rhythm for anything, until she screams and digs her nails deeply into him. He will kiss her passionately again and whisper, You are my woman.
Intimate Whispers
I love you; you feel so fucking good inside me. I shouldn’t have stayed away for so long.
9:02 PM
Quincy Jones ft. Al B. Sure!, James Ingram, El DeBarge, Barry White – Secret Garden (Extended Version)
Alternate version with prelude:
Beautiful Verses
Immersion in exultation was never deeper. The taste of rapture was never sweeter. Intimacy was never so ardent. Femininity was never so delicate. Shimmering skin was never so celestial. There is no greater mystery than the depths of a woman’s levels. There are many wondrous creations under heaven’s golden streets but nothing more beautiful. The journey of discovery to find the depths of her is a marvel. To have her love is wonderful. To cry tears of joy with her as her hair caresses falling tears is indescribable. To protect her is an honor. To commit to her is the bonding of two fires that came together and grew stronger. To give her your heart is to completely trust her. To listen to her sincere utterances is the beginning of truly knowing her. To kiss her passionately is the conveyance of deep emotions silently. To keenly listen to the sounds of her ecstasy is to thoroughly know the essence of her mind, soul, and body.
Verses of Ecstasy
The full weight of wet passion falls and rises continuously in beautiful rhythm on a large circumference of hardness, her breasts heaving against his chest with every deep breath as she releases again and again until there is nothing left but the echoes of euphoric screams and the erotic core of her essence. It was the skillful use of his tongue between her legs that first caused her to break the stagnant silence, looking at her lover intently as she continuously brushed her fingers against the sensitive nipples of her breasts. She reaches ecstasy easily because of the receptiveness of her flesh. All day she had been wet, waiting to aggressively mount what she had already experienced, because she knows the feeling of his depth; oh, how she loves his depth. When they fuck they always work up a good sweat from the heat of shared passion that defines the most intimate parts of them. She likes many positions, but when she is ready for an intense transcendency she rides him aggressively, assertively taking what belongs to her in exceptional ecstasy that she has to have continuously and thoroughly.
Beautiful Thoughts 