Reverse Cowgirl

She feels him, and he feels beautiful.
Through waves of pleasure, she lets go
and rides him vigorously in reverse cowgirl;
The fullness of his length and thickness
hit against the pleasure of her erogenous zones,
and she has to pause, to fully savor the joy of her orgasms.
With every thrust, he feels even bigger inside her;
with his strong hands around her waist,
he pulls her down deeper, harder, and faster.
He beautifully paces himself, so he can outlast her,
but her screams, and the way she says his name
increases his passion and makes him even harder.
She feels so good on him, but he wants to taste her
with his fingers inside her, so he can drown in her pleasure.
He tells her his feelings through sensual whispers
and his lascivious words increase the rage of her desire.
The expressions on her face are indescribable,
as he explores her with his tongue from behind on his knees;
he seduces her excitement with sensual words as he says,
Use me; I’m yours … baby, cum for me please.
In her response — her midsentence pause, then erotic silence
is the signal for the coming screams of her release.
She drenches his face in what he was waiting to taste
as she loudly screams and uncontrollably shakes.
Holding her legs with his muscular arms,
in the beauty of the moment he partakes.
Deeply, again, he enters the source of her pleasure
with his tongue, so nothing will go to waste.
Her thigh highs are drenched at the
borders of black lace.

Before she begins she puts heels on with thigh high stockings
And mentions his name at least three times in her whispering
She remembers the skillfulness of his tongue and the measure of him
She is wet with anticipation as her fingers find the sources of her pleasure
She wishes he was there with her so they could cum together
Remembering the sounds of his moaning heightens her desire
She begins slowly but will scream loudly when she goes faster

Essence of a Woman (2)

To know a woman’s nature;
To capture the essence of her;
To touch the depths of her soul;
To gently hold her heart;
To be sweetly and deeply in love;
To discover her deepest wants;
To love without fear;
To together shed tears;
To tell her secrets never told;
To intimately touch her
and tell her that you need her;
To feel her in your soul;
To fearlessly lose control.

My Passionate Utterances

Let me explore the depths of you, until I thoroughly know you through and through;
during my journey, I want you to also explore me, holding my soul in your warmth lovingly.
And at the end of our exploration, let us come back together again to be lovers and friends,
Kindling the flames of love, intimacy, and passion that can never be quenched.

Warm water washes over her
Like the soft caress of a lover.
Under heaven’s blue skies
She is a goddess with
Diamonds in her eyes;
Beautiful, Loving,
And sensual
In her nature.

Mother

Words cannot describe the feelings that I’ve long held inside, because of the way you cried and what we both survived. You were an angel to a brown eyed child who sometimes felt cast aside by the world when he went outside. In my heart, you abide a beautiful woman, crowned with heaven’s stars, with diamond eyes created in light divine. Every person has has a mother, but you are mine. They see a part of you when they look into my eyes. When I weep, I hope you hear my solemn cries, and in my joyfulness, I hope you see the serenity in my smile. I am forever your child, born of your pain, with your blood in my veins. In the twilight, I feel you looking upon me lovingly; I whisper to you the sentiments in my heart that are true, and I hold within my soul beautiful discoveries that are new. In the late hours, I contemplate your favorite Bougainvillea flowers, and in beautiful colors I see you. I will say with everything in me for an eternity, that I love you. My Mother. My Angel.

The beauty of her countenance is
but a prelude to the beauty of her soul.
She radiates the warmth of love,
and she is amazingly sensual.
Take note of the utterances of her heart
to know that she has been deeply hurt;
In her healing, she has emerged triumphant
And is more valuable than diamonds in her worth.

Depths of Love

Love’s secret depths are only found when tears are shed
And the strength of its power is taken to the edge,
When circumstances seem insurmountable and at the end;
It is only then, that it is truly tested and the beauty of its
intensity and potency is manifested.

What She Wants

Starved for an orgasm, she kept saying to him, Baby, please make me cum.
She really enjoyed feeling the depths of the girth and length of his shaft,
But on that particular night, he knew that her body craved
the skillful use of his tongue to make the euphoria last.
He started, by softly and passionately kissing between her thighs,
Then with the tip of his stiffened tongue, he talentedly teased her ass;
He paused and whispered to her, Suck your fingers then rub your clit while I do this
Through heavy breaths she responded, Okay baby; I thought you’d never ask.
In his desire to thoroughly please her, he went deeper, giving her all he had.
By the time the ninth minute had passed, she already had two intense orgasms
And was begging to be fucked hard on her back, with the measure of his shaft.