Feminine form adorned with seductive jewelry elegantly highlighting undertones of sensuality subtly; it is appropriately sexy whether casually or formally — paired with a pedicure it can invoke the desire to thoroughly please orally. Gold resting on moisturized shimmering skin is something of beauty; the essence of a woman’s expression displayed simply, yet so wonderfully.
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Gentle touch, fingers caress face, the lightest brush; Sounds of sobbing, then beautiful hush; Angelic song is sung, in warm embrace joyous tears run; Depths of sentiments unfold, divine communication with everything told; Safety to be vulnerable; Bond of love eternal; Joining of two fires unquenchable; Strength of loyalty unbreakable; Something beautiful and ethereal; The true love that is irreplaceable; Comfort found in the arms of an angel; The power of femininity that is often overlooked for something merely sexual; Transcendence of the physical to the spiritual; Intimacy a daily ritual; Love immeasurable; You and I against the world overcoming the seemingly insurmountable; In our hearts our vows we hold; The story of our love engraved in pure gold; We wipe away each other’s tears in that secret garden where gentle winds blow; The stillness of a woman, incomparable and wonderful.
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Phenomenal
Professional
Exceptional
Wonderful
Beautiful
Sensual
are but a few of the
words that define you.
You are wonderfully Natural
with a gorgeous hue. -
There is no greater a pleasure than in pleasing her. She moans beautifully when his tongue flickers with perfect pressure. She loves tasting her own ecstasy from the length of his fingers. Deep breathing always intensifies, when fully erect girth enters and the body starts to shudder. Wonderful chemistry is the poetry of lovers. Classic French perfume on satin is the euphoria that lingers. Elegance exudes with diamond earrings left on a beautiful antique dresser. Her eyes are almond, and her hair, long and dark with a silky texture. Two Sagittarius fires burn bright together. They so badly want each other, that they may fuck again in the shower, not even five minutes after the last dose of euphoria was over. Still, her perfume lingers on black satin covers. Excellently pedicured deep pink colored toes against a black satin backdrop caused her lover’s mouth to water; before he arrived at the place of her wet ecstasy, slowly, he sucked her toes passionately and thoroughly. Her perfume so intensifies the emotions of his ecstasy. With neck kisses, he experiences bliss as he inhales the scent of her deeply — liquid perfume and perfumed body powder is but a small portion of her feminine secrecy. Classic French perfume pervades black satin perfectly.
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In the heights of intimate moments they share sacred secrets, pouring out the depths of themselves in truly loving sentiments; kissing and holding each other in sweet caress, and acknowledging long held concealed emotions to which they both whisperingly and sincerely with tears confess.
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She started moaning, then screaming and uncontrollably shaking;
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The stars of the night’s sky crown her — she is beautiful in her aura — oh, wonderful and majestic mother, the nurturer, the giver, the comforter — I kiss you with gratitude and bestow upon you the greatest honor. You are heaven’s daughter. The sacredness of your womb brings forth life from blessed darkness to blessed light. I know well the the intimacy of your soul and the depth of your plight. Your love is unwavering; for the hungry, for the rejected, for the motherless, and for the unloved you are a haven. The afflicted cry out to heaven and you are sent to them. Your hands bring forth beautiful creations. You are the forebearer of future powerful nations. You are a woman immersed in the vastness of what is intelligent, strong, loving and feminine. Your most potent medicine is affection. In your embrace there is an angelic protection.
As your own, you have accepted many motherless daughters and sons. You dispel trauma when tears run. You yourself have wept and have not slept, yet you still flawlessly and without the expectation of reciprocity give of yourself. There is a glow upon you that transcends the beauty of everything else. You are otherworldly beautiful. If no one else has told you, know that someone somewhere truly loves you. Eyes of adoration fall upon you. Beautiful mother, the loving sentiments that are written about you are eternal.
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I remember romantic nights drifting into early mornings at Café Intermezzo. I remember us enjoying New York Cheesecake with excellent cappuccino. I remember the intimate setting that led to profound conversation and amorous kissing. I remember your voice, soft spoken, telling me the depths of your heart and me intently listening. I remember how beautiful you looked, every detail of what you were wearing. I remember your peep toe heels, your backless white dress, the sweetness of your breath, your curled hair, your Chanel earrings and people smiling and staring. I remember the wonderful scent of your perfume as we were embracing.
I remember holding you in my arms and my heart racing. I remember us vibing to the soothing rhythms of Spanish guitar strings. I remember moving my chair adjacent to yours and the inundation of deep feelings. I remember the rapture of our collective emotions. I remember more kissing and the loving words of intimate whisperings. I remember the transcendence of our communication. I remember us feeding each other at our little table — the candle next to flowers on top of white tablecloth flickering. I remember kissing your hand and asking you to be my woman. I remember the passion in your eyes and the absolute beauty of your countenance under the full moon’s illumination. I remember us not waiting to drive back to your location for lovemaking. I remember the way it pleased me to give you pleasure hearing your moaning. I remember passionate riding and the words you were saying. I remember your loud release after eye contact and heavy breathing.
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Intricate embroidery encapsulates a beautiful aspect of absolute intimate intricate femininity.
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Whatever you may be going through, take comfort in knowing that someone truly loves you. And if you do not believe so, whisper your sorrows to the angels when you are tearful, reflecting on the precious memories that you hold onto. And in your reflection find the diamond that you might have first missed — an initial experience of kindness, an embrace in loving arms, a first kiss. It may not be bliss, but it might be enough to hold you over until the darkness is vanquished by light. With falling tears, mount up for warfare and fight. You do not fight alone, for we are kindred spirits derived from the aura of ancient warrior kings and queens who ruled well and sat on golden thrones. In each other we will always have a home. Dark rain falls on our illuminated halos. Our twin flames conjoin creating a barrier that torment and sorrow cannot follow. We are as peaceful as gentle winds rustling the leaves of willow trees in late spring over hidden streams. Even though tears stream, in love and hope we are redeemed.
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You were once a goddess in my eyes, but my discernment caught up with your constant lies. Through all of the bullshit and the torment that I’ve been through, I knew there would be betrayal, but with tearful eyes I prayed that it would not be you. You thought that sex and intimacy was enough to hold me. You thought you could turn me out with erotic whispers while riding me to moments of unforgettable ecstasy. Did you not see that I am not easily trusting? Did you not know that I’ve had my share of beautiful women? Oh, you thought that you were the only one who procured perfect pedicures at high end salons? You thought that you were the only woman to wear head turning Chanel chiffons? Did you think that I would be blinded by beautiful hair that is long and constantly fawn over you, writing romantic songs? I loved you. I would have died for you. Now, if I saw you, you would be something insignificant in my peripheral not worth turning my head for full view. My indifference prevents me from giving a fuck about where you are, who you are with or what you do. Please don’t reach out to me anymore inquiring about how I’m doing. The disingenuousness in your approach is sickening, and the treacherous tone of your voice is telling.
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She is a memory of infinite beauty
A long exhalation after tranquility
The euphoria of new Intimacy
Her sentiments are a beautiful mysteryHer love is precious, unquestionably
Light highlights her femininity softly
She is a dream manifested in reality
Her aura is otherworldly