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Oh, Dear Diary
I harken to the murmurs of the virile man who has stolen my breaths
The core of my temple blending, our hearts mending, desires sending
Mesmerized by his sweet whispers, his kisses, God they make me melt
His persona, his charismatic charms, uplifts my intellect
How do you measure the distance of time
When the touches of love has moved beyond the glasses of wine
Walking in the shadows of passion when the heart, mind, and soul is perfectly aligned
The beautiful endurance the heart has taken to willingly comply
Blushing and thinking, oh my, Cupid’s arrow, I love the directional aim of it enticing surmise
Only you knew of this gifted surprise
Sultriness felt all over my Chi, mm.. echoing the whispers to the skies
He has my existence penned, the scent of him drives me wild
In Karma’s lifetime no longer can I deny fate, I refuse to remain still
Who really negates the essence of love, when destiny bends to its surrendering will
I thought I knew me, his masterful seduction, adding in the fusing of my pleasure
Yet, I’m highly addicted to his nightly thrills, while channeling my weather
A naked prey I have become when this handsome predator is deep inside me
Sniffing over my skin, licking inside my ear, cupping my buttocks...oh sweet mercy.. yes I am the tease
Soaking in his crime of passion, defenseless, ice chips rolling over my lips, a kiss to catch the drips
Then toppling the pleasure with his mouth coveting my warm tit
Wrists clasped above my head, our legs entwined, I am his need
Devouring my senses, my body his to appease
Shifting bodies, scaling the heights of runaway passion
My cunt tightening around his hard girth, scratching his skin in the throne of his thrashing
His mouth smothering my lips
Hungry for his tongue-to-tongue sloppy kiss
Mm… given my all to the infinity of him, this, an Adonis bliss
Soft love notes to encounter, soothed by the feel, falling into a catatonia mental drift
Blanketing, enwrapping me in a beautiful reminisce, riding the waves of the cosmic
I think this may be it
I’ve ran out of ‘why me’ stubborn in his pursuit to walk away in his persist
My mind, my heart, he upholds the regality of my tender soul
To kiss the comforts of goodbye when sacred blessings in his absence brings the warmth
Mmm… Dear Diary, I cannot wait until tomorrow when I taste me off the ecstasy of his breath, as my honey scent ingrains into the saturation of his facial hairs
Published 10th Jan 2024
Author's Note
It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.
Confucius
Confucius
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10th Jan 2024 5:53pm
10th Jan 2024 6:13pm
You have left me with a smile upon my face and for you to have made the exception to read my one of my posted dairy pages is a cherished blessing with itself.
On that rewarding merit you have written upon my canvas, I bow to you in poetic admiration.
May your enjoyment be in the smiles you engage, the comfort you give of your voice, and compassion to heart others.
Make this New Year count for you in al you partake.
On that rewarding merit you have written upon my canvas, I bow to you in poetic admiration.
May your enjoyment be in the smiles you engage, the comfort you give of your voice, and compassion to heart others.
Make this New Year count for you in al you partake.
10th Jan 2024 6:38pm
Sensuous sultry write, love the eloquence. Favourite verse, for the description of the man's effect on the narrator.:
I thought I knew me, his masterful seduction, adding in the fusing of my pleasure
Yet, I’m highly addicted to his nightly thrills, while channeling my weather
A naked prey I have become when this handsome predator is deep inside me
Sniffing over my skin, licking inside my ear, cupping my buttocks...oh sweet mercy.. yes I am the tease
Soaking in his crime of passion, defenseless, ice chips rolling over my lips, a kiss to catch the drips
Then toppling the pleasure with his mouth coveting my warm tit
Wrists clasped above my head, our legs entwined, I am his need
Devouring my senses, my body his to appease
I thought I knew me, his masterful seduction, adding in the fusing of my pleasure
Yet, I’m highly addicted to his nightly thrills, while channeling my weather
A naked prey I have become when this handsome predator is deep inside me
Sniffing over my skin, licking inside my ear, cupping my buttocks...oh sweet mercy.. yes I am the tease
Soaking in his crime of passion, defenseless, ice chips rolling over my lips, a kiss to catch the drips
Then toppling the pleasure with his mouth coveting my warm tit
Wrists clasped above my head, our legs entwined, I am his need
Devouring my senses, my body his to appease
10th Jan 2024 6:53pm
Beyond the eloquence of word, the passion and emotion, open trust and devotion are the true treasures of this beautiful diary entry. I was moved.
10th Jan 2024 7:36pm
10th Jan 2024 8:39pm
Beautiful medley of words - so much imagination. Nicely done, was a passionate read.
Blushing and thinking, oh my, Cupid’s arrow, I love the directional aim of it enticing surmise
Only you knew of this gifted surprise
Sultriness felt all over my Chi, mm.. echoing the whispers to the skies
He has my existence penned, the scent of him drives me wild
In Karma’s lifetime no longer can I deny fate, I refuse to remain still
Who really negates the essence of love, when destiny bends to its surrendering will
Blushing and thinking, oh my, Cupid’s arrow, I love the directional aim of it enticing surmise
Only you knew of this gifted surprise
Sultriness felt all over my Chi, mm.. echoing the whispers to the skies
He has my existence penned, the scent of him drives me wild
In Karma’s lifetime no longer can I deny fate, I refuse to remain still
Who really negates the essence of love, when destiny bends to its surrendering will
10th Jan 2024 9:30pm
11th Jan 2024 11:41am
You never fail to paint such vivid illustrations of desire and most importantly, the delivery of such notions right where those pleasing words are intended.
As noted, this meditation is certainly "soaked in his crime of passion." I couldn't not let this wondrous spill slip by the reading list. An exceptional and wondrous diary confession to be read over and over again.
As noted, this meditation is certainly "soaked in his crime of passion." I couldn't not let this wondrous spill slip by the reading list. An exceptional and wondrous diary confession to be read over and over again.
