I Enjoy Writing My Thoughts

carefully she sits; an eternal beauty, untouched by man or ardor.
longing to be opened with a tongue of scalding reserve, she desires to be perfection that the heavens deserve.

she had existed long ago, a female made of dirt and clay.
and though many had tried to mold her in years past, none had been able to cut through her grain.
like sharp glass or an uncut diamond her edges were jagged in constrain.
but he maneuvers those pristine corners and sets about tracing her curvaceous frame.


though her flesh is cold she can feel him sliding his hands down her form, his fingers unphased by the biting texture.
her throat which revealed to no man slowly turns in pleasure, allowing his caresses to continue at leisure.

oak wood eyes fluttered to reveal a yearning soul underneath and try as she might, her skin breaks out in tantalizing goosebumps none the less discreet.
he is far from done so his fingers trace her tongue, giving it life and breath so that she might attest to the skill of her maker.



he opens her like a flower, planting seeds into her golden hair and deepening the desire already rising from her depths.
for beauty is important but an ample mind is what truly recollects.
he is to be the first thing on her mind and the last at night.
his love for her will continually ignite.
she will be one of intellect; of body and mind, and a heart that beats without rest.

and she is perfect.
a thing of beauty and grace and whose lovers name is signed in ivory flesh; fire and fate.
with this sign she is his and his alone, passionate and lustful and perfectly her own.
she steps from the fire to set ablaze the marble ground and look upon her maker with an affection unbound.