~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff I will allow only My lord to possess my sacred Lotus pond, and every night You can make blossom in me Flowers of fire. Don't forget you are writing a story, a vignette of your shared intimacy, imaginery or real. Done well, you will reap the fruits a thousand fold. She feels like a Princess, the only women in the room. It's part of the sizzle. Even a photo or painting can inspire lusty writing.
This is the most important discussion you can ever have. This is captured in the first 2 lines below, notice also that I increase the sensual content by adding the powerful 3rd line. I feel it when we touch; I feel it when we kiss; I feel it when I look at you. Urgent imaginings of My hands in your hair My truth In your mouth As I whisper your name Your name Your name. If you're sat with your lover while she reads, or you read a poem to her. Your neck is offered up to feast, I kiss.
This talk could be anywhere that's private enough to engage, the coffee shop, as we walk together in the street, anywhere where we are spending time together between times. By now you already know that she loves kissing passionately, French naturally, while my hands caress and explore her gently. She communicated her own enthusiasm to the girl, and kept her mind occupied with dreams, faery-fervid, of uncharted seas of glory on which her galleon might sail, undiscovered countries of spice and sweetness, Eldorado and Utopia and the City of God. Notice that the language is neither crude nor coarse. ~Huang O, translated The cry of my body for completeness. Make me fire your blood with new desire, And make me kiss you — lip and limb, Till senses reel and pulses swim.
Can you the see the same face every morning and still your heart skips a beat? They are constantly on the alert, always ready and willing to follow the trail of an adventure to the very edge of the abyss. And by waiting, they miss out. Be both masculine and feminine, impudent and charming, subtle and outrageous. Dreamed of her about as often. ~Alfred, Lord Tennyson They saw as I your quivering breast, and drew Nearer to the consuming flame that burns Deep to the marrow of my bone, and turns My heart to love even as theirs who knew From head to girdle each sweet curve of you, Each little way of loving. But lately, maybe only in the past week, he'd begun to realize that his life had not ended with his wife's.
She knows what I mean by this, I have no need to spell it out. Now look at the meaning of rapport: -noun relation; connection, especially harmonious or sympathetic relation: Rapport is woven into every nuance of the poem and begets more rapport as you demonstrate your connection to her. It should always be an unforeseen happiness. This will serve to enhance its impact and spike her mood. Suddenly above her The whole sky tumbled in a sweeping blaze, Gathering earth in one tight-locked embrace, Drenching her in a flood of silver flame.
Not only do I present observations which I have made, over what may be weeks or months, I have also created a scenario that I know she would love to experience or has experienced before, together. The heartaches to the happiness to the love loss. I have called in my understanding to the deer in their rutting season. I die with pleasing pain, O kindle me to life again. Hug me, touch me, submit to me with that insatiable passion like you do when you thought you could leave but the sight of my throbbing rock hard love muscle made you too weak in the knees. Though loss of honor was a wrench, just think how it's improved her French.
Consider publishing a poetry chapbook on your own using a printer or print-on-demand publisher. ~Zi Ye, translated Once fed, no longer the wolf-pack raves: But love can never of madness tire, And I must drown in your passions waves, And you consume in my hot desire. Let other people worry about being socially acceptable; those types are a dime a dozen, and you are after a power greater than they can imagine. For you are my passion; my one true love. The dreams we have will keep us warm. ~ Spoken by Romeo, Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene I, Lines 187-191 When our hearts first drink the golden nectar of love it keeps on drinking until it drowns itself.
My breasts are crowded with containing. But when we make love beneath our quilt, we make three summer months of heat. In simple terms it's a 'win win situation' Can you also see how I have left a lot to her imagination. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, letter to his wife Josephine, 1795 Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh. ~Mary Carolyn Davies Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks. ~ Anonymous Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping. She is rewarding you, so acknowledge her reactions, let her know that you 'see her' and are enjoying the experience too.