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Random acts of unconditional love.. A soul mate slow dance..
It's all in the hips.
The curves.
My queen's physique.
They speak for themselves. From afar, they scream, "TAKE NOTICE!!"
Sleek and sensual, the smooth ups and downs, the joy ride of hips and thigh.
The symphony springs forth with all that is woman.
She has the perfect hour glass figure, the classic Eve body.
I long for her, I yearn to have her curvy luscious body;
Stripped and bare, and pressed firm against my soul and body.
My hands make their way to her curvaceous hips, and draw her close.
Against my body, I feel her warmth.
Against my skin, I feel her ever soft, radiance and flesh.
Oh, hand, do your dance, as my fingers waltz across her belly, light enough to feel a slight shiver from the sensation.
Hand, make your way back, over hip, and down slightly and there.
Her plumpness, personified by her cute, perfect little butt.
My love lets a lone breath escape, warmth across the nape of my neck, and with a gentle squeeze, a soft moan departs from her lips to meet with my ear drums.
Fingers tracing that which makes my queen, 100% woman, leaving behind a sensation which releases those much sought after pheromones and endorphins and chemicals which so dearly I crave.
The essence of my queen.
Scent de love.
Chemicals released, my thoughts race for clarity as my body does that which is natural.
What was once limp, is filled and firm.
Hand on cheek, I draw her in.
Breath on breath.
Hearts beat in unison.
The, "I need you and you need me" perfection.
Her eyes shut in the passion of the moment.
Her lips, two beautiful blushing saints which I hold so dearly, connect with my -thirsty for her- lips.
The majestic power of desire.
And love.
And perfection.
And the, "Blind to the world, besides the woman before me".
My woman.
My love.
Soul mates.
Lips connect, and silence.
My thoughts cease, and silence.
Eyes closed, I recognize within my mind, that in my hands, I hold my reason.
My very essence for being, my purpose to draw the next breath.
Lips pressed and tongues do their lover's dance, I let slide what I've held ever so patiently back, into her perfection.
Fireworks.
A lover's passion erupts in my heart and srtrikes me to my soul, and very core of what makes me, and I am overcome with emotion as I realize I have it.
She and I have it.
The thing that drives a man.
The thing that everyone wants.
Craves.
Needs.
Looks for.
Man woman and child alike.
True, 100% pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.
Her nails dig deep into my back as my manhood is swallowed, engulfed by her womanhood.
The perfection of life.
The sacred feminine.
Life producer, and sustainer extraordinaire.
Muscles tense and throb and in, and in, and in.
Tongues locked in passion, breath heavy and deep, hearts do the flutter known only by lovers, as they beat in unison for one another.
Locked in the depths and heat of passion, soul mates eternal do their slow dance.
The dance of two becoming one.
Two souls, fused as one.
She.
And I.
And then the moment.
Bodies pressed firm.
Deep inside that which I hold with absolute reverence, our eyes open and meet.
Her eyes, the most beautiful hues of brown, the spark of passion resides.
The light of love, is ever present.
The mating of two souls branded as one, a love lasting longer than forever is set in stone, cast in platinum and solidified to stand as a testament to those seeking love.
Erected as a shrine to house the absolute truth to those seekers of love, of the eternal brand.
Our love, a testimony of purity in it's most righteous of forms, stands tall as a beacon for others.
The perfect example.
Of love in it's purest of forms.
As we reach passion, together as one, our eyes lock and then.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else exists.
The she.
And the I.
Just us.
The climax to rival the tallest of structures or mountains.
Such an immense burst of passion, the angels cry.
As my soul pours into her, it's she, and I.
Then calm.
And peace.
The gentle throb of all that is woman.
The light pulse of what was once limp.
The lovers rest.
Bodies pressed firm.
A slumber much earned.
The release of such an immense radiant power generated only, by the fusing of two souls.
A rest much earned.
Two, fused as one, sleep.
Dreams.
Peace.
Rest...
The curves.
My queen's physique.
They speak for themselves. From afar, they scream, "TAKE NOTICE!!"
Sleek and sensual, the smooth ups and downs, the joy ride of hips and thigh.
The symphony springs forth with all that is woman.
She has the perfect hour glass figure, the classic Eve body.
I long for her, I yearn to have her curvy luscious body;
Stripped and bare, and pressed firm against my soul and body.
My hands make their way to her curvaceous hips, and draw her close.
Against my body, I feel her warmth.
Against my skin, I feel her ever soft, radiance and flesh.
Oh, hand, do your dance, as my fingers waltz across her belly, light enough to feel a slight shiver from the sensation.
Hand, make your way back, over hip, and down slightly and there.
Her plumpness, personified by her cute, perfect little butt.
My love lets a lone breath escape, warmth across the nape of my neck, and with a gentle squeeze, a soft moan departs from her lips to meet with my ear drums.
Fingers tracing that which makes my queen, 100% woman, leaving behind a sensation which releases those much sought after pheromones and endorphins and chemicals which so dearly I crave.
The essence of my queen.
Scent de love.
Chemicals released, my thoughts race for clarity as my body does that which is natural.
What was once limp, is filled and firm.
Hand on cheek, I draw her in.
Breath on breath.
Hearts beat in unison.
The, "I need you and you need me" perfection.
Her eyes shut in the passion of the moment.
Her lips, two beautiful blushing saints which I hold so dearly, connect with my -thirsty for her- lips.
The majestic power of desire.
And love.
And perfection.
And the, "Blind to the world, besides the woman before me".
My woman.
My love.
Soul mates.
Lips connect, and silence.
My thoughts cease, and silence.
Eyes closed, I recognize within my mind, that in my hands, I hold my reason.
My very essence for being, my purpose to draw the next breath.
Lips pressed and tongues do their lover's dance, I let slide what I've held ever so patiently back, into her perfection.
Fireworks.
A lover's passion erupts in my heart and srtrikes me to my soul, and very core of what makes me, and I am overcome with emotion as I realize I have it.
She and I have it.
The thing that drives a man.
The thing that everyone wants.
Craves.
Needs.
Looks for.
Man woman and child alike.
True, 100% pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.
Her nails dig deep into my back as my manhood is swallowed, engulfed by her womanhood.
The perfection of life.
The sacred feminine.
Life producer, and sustainer extraordinaire.
Muscles tense and throb and in, and in, and in.
Tongues locked in passion, breath heavy and deep, hearts do the flutter known only by lovers, as they beat in unison for one another.
Locked in the depths and heat of passion, soul mates eternal do their slow dance.
The dance of two becoming one.
Two souls, fused as one.
She.
And I.
And then the moment.
Bodies pressed firm.
Deep inside that which I hold with absolute reverence, our eyes open and meet.
Her eyes, the most beautiful hues of brown, the spark of passion resides.
The light of love, is ever present.
The mating of two souls branded as one, a love lasting longer than forever is set in stone, cast in platinum and solidified to stand as a testament to those seeking love.
Erected as a shrine to house the absolute truth to those seekers of love, of the eternal brand.
Our love, a testimony of purity in it's most righteous of forms, stands tall as a beacon for others.
The perfect example.
Of love in it's purest of forms.
As we reach passion, together as one, our eyes lock and then.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else exists.
The she.
And the I.
Just us.
The climax to rival the tallest of structures or mountains.
Such an immense burst of passion, the angels cry.
As my soul pours into her, it's she, and I.
Then calm.
And peace.
The gentle throb of all that is woman.
The light pulse of what was once limp.
The lovers rest.
Bodies pressed firm.
A slumber much earned.
The release of such an immense radiant power generated only, by the fusing of two souls.
A rest much earned.
Two, fused as one, sleep.
Dreams.
Peace.
Rest...
Published 8th Mar 2013
| Edited 28th Mar 2013
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8th Mar 2013 9:52pm
Like your name, verse intricate in its meander through the whole act of becoming "one flesh" and one in spirit.
28th Mar 2013 3:35pm
I was just randomly roaming and I happen upon this poem. Awesomely done, I must say! I felt it from beginning to end, like a mini slide slow in my mind. Kudos :)
28th Mar 2013 11:17pm
