My bride, allow me to proclaim my love as I undress you on this evening of moons and honey,
You are my absolute treasure. I am eternally fond of your gift, enclosed within your royal case. May I kiss you, gently? I would kiss you again and again and again, each kiss like the last. You are my fire. Yet, how calm feels the curve of your chin, gently supporting your warm mirage.
How I’ve craved the scent of your neck; daring, enticing, rewarding. Every article, every depression, every depth of your spine, I count as they burn through my fingertips. If I could only reach inside and examine you with the fullness of my hands. Your ribs, my lady, when God gave Eve Adam’s, He gave you mine. My ribs and my heart reside within you. I’d kiss every bone and every *****.
Come to the bed I’ve prepared for us.
You lay, exposed; your curvatures as ***** as mountains; firm yet delicate, earthly yet heavenly, humanly yet godly.
The summits on your mountaintops tear through my passions and bleed into my manhood. What pleases you? Can you sing for me? May I remove your underwear? The white lace, gently pressed between my teeth falls, revealing a dancing pearly rose. Her fragrance demanded one millon butterfly kisses. My lovely, tasty bride, keep flowing for me. I yearn for your honey. I treasure your garden of unspeakable fruits.
The secret ingredient …[the bird sings.. and sings… and sings…] …. is love.
Oh my love, my costly gold treasure, I want to know you, to learn you, to nourish you, feed you, to feel you, … to plant my seed in you and to explore every corner inside you. Every corner that makes you vulnerable. Every corner that makes you weak. Every corner that makes you pleasure. The skies will envy the milk we make. I love you. Know that I am yours forever and I belong to you. May this night ever be imbedded in the memories of our sworn covenant. May the vulnerabilities of your womanhood ever spill their warm secrets. May your moistened cave being relief to the pressure of my manhood. May they learn of each other; how my lips learn of your lips, and how my body learns of yours.
“I am yours and you are mine” we whisper.
You are the never ending taste of sweet valentine. You are sweeter than molasses from your toes to your head, from your fingers to mine, from my fist into your cave. Would you care to spare more of your lovely juices?
My obedient wife, I will elevate you. I will explore your ridges until I draw you a map with my eyes closed. I will lead us to the Circle of Full Moons. And when we arrive, we shall seal our love with a milky kiss from your watered flowers.
— Slev 1.20.22
Explicit, ******
