Love is powerful.
I am both filled with the strength of the sun
and with the vulnerability of the earth.
Love fits the puzzle piece you have no matter what.
When we love, we transcend the plane of physical pleasure.
Love is blessed in noble contradictions.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
To love you breathes an art.
Your body is the canvas my hands yearn to paint.
The sculpted shape of your form is something I’ve only known dreams of.
Kissing you is like my lips have met the stars.
Hearing you sigh sounds like the sand rejoicing for another wave.
Seeing you looks like the first flower bud in spring.
Embracing you is like the pleasure a horizon feels in receiving a sunset.
To love you breathes an art.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
My every cell boils with passion at the thought of you.
My skin crawls in longing to be rubbed, pinched, stroked, scratched, caressed, or demanded by your hands.
My hair wishes you could take a handful of it and hold on.
My ******* want to be nibbled, nuzzled, kissed, licked, traced and revered by you.
My neck is bared to you in trust.
My soul wants to see you.
My heart wants to feel you.
My body…...wants it all.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC