Eyes Never Lie

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. 

Age of Grace

Silver hair brushed back gracefully
Elegance of a certain age
The radiance of long distinguished beauty
She knows intimacy intimately

There is potency in her ecstasy 
In six inch heels she’s extremely sexy
Confident in her femininity 
Many times her heart has been broken
Still she loves profoundly deeply 
She is a graceful woman
She’s a woman in all her glory

Size 7

Size seven heaven grace petite feet — through an opening newly pedicured toes peep. Six inch heels give the beauty of feminine subtly the perfect arch. In pointed toe stilettos through hellfire a woman could walk. A cocktail dress and flats do not go together like oil and water — after an invite to a New York City rooftop party, a trip to Nine West is always in order, or Saks Fifth Avenue for even more desired attire. Over form-fitting denim, stiletto heeled thigh high boots set the streets on fire. Scuffing newly purchased “So Kate” Louboutin’s is almost a sin; the contrast of black leather against red soles is almost amazing. “Hi, I’d like to try these on in size seven,” says a beautiful woman wearing a black V-neck backless mini-dress and Chanel pearl stud earrings. Heavy makeup is not her thing, but frequent trips to Barneys New York was when it was open. People compliment her on the fragrance she’s wearing, her dress and the heels that adorn her. The shoe salesperson says, “If they’re too tight, you can go a half-size bigger;” she says, “Thank you, I know, but never.”

Slut

The constant object of men’s desire, her rejection of them brings their ire upon her. They fuck their wives and mistresses while fantasizing about her. Her lips, breasts, ass and hips entice their most carnal secrets. They become slaves to their cravings. Men stroke themselves to intense pleasure under warm water visualizing themselves fucking her. They are secretly obsessed even when they are with their significant others. Some would even offer significant sums of money to have her. In their failed attempts they call her Slut, in vitriolic anger. In stark hypocrisy they whisper to themselves that they love her; they would gladly fall on their knees to suck her cream colored pedicured toes and drink her bathwater. They’re soulless and emotionally inept; their offers do not move her. She has been with powerful men before, so men’s display of wealth is minimal and unimpressive in her eyes. They are not knowledgeable enough to know that she wants a man who can reach the depths of her soul and in genuine friendship allow love to grow in time.

Yes, she is deeply sexual and sensual, but she will give herself only to a man who truly loves her. The secret of her deepest pain is that she was violated in the worst way by her own father. In their discovery of her, they will discover the deep trauma she’s endured. But knowing they cannot have her, they whisper: Slut, Whore. Envious women call her, Jezebel and condemn her to hell. She is naturally beautiful and feminine needing no pretentious disguise. She has the most beautiful eyes. Men jeer with sexual gestures — they stare, and call her Slut as she walks by.

She is a mystery cloaked in elegance and beauty — the presence of her is womanly; be loving and patient in your discovery, and in time, you will find her, a flower that caressing winds carried over raging fires and vastly deep waters, finally setting her down delicately in a hidden place of safety that could only be found by the truly worthy who sincerely love her deeply — protecting her heart forever. 

Beautiful Contemplation

The darkness offers an indescribable solace. The smoothness of her skin is the epitome of the magnificence of a woman’s softness. Soft light gently illuminates the feminine beauty and sensuousness that so many envy. They lust after her curvature but foolishly step over her true power as a natural nurturer; they could never be profound and loving enough to dig deeper to find the diamonds hidden within her. Indeed, she is a beautiful wonder yet to be discovered. She is alone with her thoughts. The contemplation of her is like a revered book constantly read, re-read and referenced by the most distinguished scholars. To kiss her is heavenly — to possess her heart is to have a gift desired ineffably . To know even just a small portion of her secrets is to know her intimately. To know the loving thoughts expressed in her eyes; to truly resonate with the pain in her cries, is to know pure love eternally. 

Elegance

Oh, the beauty of womanhood that cannot be replicated in mere sentiment or whittled down to the objectification of envied elements. To find the secret gems of her soul, one must be immersed in her completely. She is a woman, naturally — made up of magnificent complexities and steeped in the glory of femininity. Sitting on satin sheets, she unfastens her bra and finds release. Her movements are graceful; her feminine essence, unmistakable. Her heart is beautiful. Her love, incomparable and irreplaceable. The intrinsic elegance of her presence is breathtakingly wonderful. The soothing words of her whispers are essential. 

Crema Dulce

The savor of ecstasy is pleasurable like the taste of sweet cream slowly poured over freshly harvested and perfectly ripened deep red strawberries, or like heavy whipping cream in the highest quality rich dark Colombian coffee, sweetened flawlessly. Climactic eruption always happens with the use of a skilled tongue and fingers drenched with the passion of penetration. The feeling of oncoming explosive ecstasy is felt with distinct erotic vibrations. It could happen with deep breathing and euphoric screaming; it could happen with uncontrollable shaking and profoundly intimate whisperings. If a woman’s sexual senses are heightened enough, it could happen within seconds of her erogenous zones being touched. It is a thing of beauty to witness a woman orgasm in the depths of erotic immersion. Moments of unforgettable pleasure will be replayed in her thoughts forever. To know her body thoroughly is to know the sweetness of her, but it is only true rapture that will draw out her nectar. Soft kisses between her thighs while looking into her eyes intently, is the key that unlocks one of several doors that lead to full discovery of her erotic mystery. The sweet taste of her is savored like Dolce de leche lingering on taste buds…so what then is the makeup of her essence? It is the mint freshness of her breath, the sensual womanhood of her breasts, her intimate spirit that vastly transcends mere sex, the prettiness of her feet that makes her goddess like aura complete, the love in her eyes that is immeasurably deep, the way her hair flows over pillows when she is asleep, the wonderful scent of her hair as if washed with heaven’s joyous tears, the heart shaped lips through which beautiful whispers are spoken and the beauty and strength of her spirit that can never be broken. She is a glorious culmination of all things feminine, like the way she sits on the edge of her bed and moisturizes her skin or the way she puts in her pear shaped stud diamond earrings. She is sweet. She is indeed sweet like crema dulce, a mouth watering craving enjoyed thoroughly and immeasurably.

Beautifully Feminine

I adore your femininity. Allow me to wash you hair gently, kissing you intermittently and applying your favorite brand of conditioner. I know it’s something simple, but you look beautiful with your hair wrapped in a towel after a long hot shower. When you curl your hair it reminds me of my grandmother, using her hair pins and rollers. The fresh scent of conditioner and shampoo on you flame desires within me. If you’re too busy to get your feet professionally done, you do your own pedicures with exquisite perfection. Sometimes, you even allow the colors of your manicures and pedicures to be my decision. You know that my favorite colors on you are dark purple, flamingo hot pink, beige cream and plum. Gloss polish is brushed on sanded and filed toes with precision. Curled hair that falls past your shoulders is beautiful and feminine; you look absolutely stunning when you put in your diamond earrings. Smooth moisturized legs without stockings, look so sexy in heels, size seven. If I may say again, it is so subtly beautiful and feminine — like lipstick from a lip imprint on a white napkin. At the end of the day, I massage your feet draped with gold anklets; your perfume still floral and heavenly, erotically intoxicates me. I sit and watch as you slowly take off your makeup in your vanity as you speak to me lovingly.