Eroticism, romance, and intimacy through poetry.
The pleasure from pleasing is manifest in moaning and wetness. There is an intensity in throbbing when intimacy is heightened. Lustful eyes gaze upon beautiful contours that will be licked, kissed and further explored. Sincere whisperings of intimate confessions is eroticism in its purest form.
The grinding of her pleasure receptive clit against the stiff eagerness of his tongue causes her to feel every measure of his intent. She sucks his large hardness at the same time he does this. The more she intensely sucks, the more his purposed tongue wants to explore. The both want more. Her skin is soft and fragranced from bath oils and perfume. Her perfectly polished toes in peep toe heels had already enticed his desire for her before the position they are in. Her supple breasts are pressed against his euphoric flesh as she teases his cock-head and strokes his thickness. She looks back at him and takes a long pause, because what’s being done to her causes her body to shudder. She moans and closes her eyes to fully take in the ecstasy, leaning back slightly to feel the thrusts and writhing of his tongue more intensely. Still, she sucks and strokes his cock, looking back periodically and whispering passionately, Baby, don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop. Until there is uncontrollable shaking and unforgettable oral orgasms from marathon love making, he will not.
The voice of a woman’s euphoria is a thing of beauty; when she says, make love to me, she means it with deep sincerity. Her aura is wonderful — she should be carefully handled like a flower placed in water delicately. The exploration of her mind and body is a fascinating journey. Her whispers are deep passion; her kiss, pure ecstasy.
The craving of the flesh will not rest until ecstasy is let out through sincere screams and deep breaths. Every inch of pleasure is savored; every downward thrust and upward motion leading to a transcendent like explosive culmination. Pleasure receptors hold onto every sensual sensation. The ride is slow so girth and length can be more profoundly felt. Yes, the ride is slow, but the intimacy is deeper, and the euphoria is more intense.
Morning light highlights the faces of lovers, who truly love each other and with sincere tears, kisses, and beautiful whispers, made vows at midnight to be together forever.
Let us commune with each other, lie together, and cry together over the pain that makes our bond stronger; I swear on my deceased mother, not my father, that I love you now, and I will love you forever.
Physical and emotional wants and needs are satisfied at a designated location vigorously and thoroughly without hesitation; she says she loves him, but he is married, and she knows his situation. She is understanding. She is not demanding or in anyway nagging. She is his reprieve; the fresh air that he breathes. She knows that his wife he will not leave, but still to him she cleaves. Oftentimes, she fucks him in his office when everyone else leaves—intensely pleasing him with her mouth on her knees. She is his executive assistant. She is his lover and his other. Business trips and late nights in the office are things regular. There is a palpable sexual tension every time they see each other. In black heels, on his desk, she bends over, and she’ll cum several times before it’s over. On certain holidays, the executive’s wife calls her to come over for dinner. They may even have brandy and eggnog after. She will never give it away, communicating to him through glances and whispers. So many secrets they share. They’ve been together for so many years.
The Whispers – In the Mood
There is a recollection of how her lover kissed and licked her pussy perfectly—but it is not his tongue or cock that drives her crazy; it is the combination of her erotic memory and the things that vibrate on stimulated flesh internally and externally. Sometimes, she uses one. Sometimes, she uses all three. She releases so intensely when she uses her Hitachi and her vibrating anal plug in perfect harmony. She closes her eyes and rubs vibrating metal against her erect nipples teasingly. Experienced hands bring beautiful climax with tools that are plugged in or that are operated with batteries. In secrecy, there is the fulfillment of every erotic fantasy. She will release through squirting and screams after a countdown from three.
The sensuousness of lips
The beauty that peers
through the darkness
The gorgeous contemplations
that are deeply intimate
The private whispers
of sensual secrets
The erotic thoughts that
cause uninhibited wetness
The sexual fantasies
that crave frequent fulfillment
Beautiful Thoughts 