My Beloved… I am absolutely aching for you.
Yes… I am aching… muscles deep inside are contracting and desire to be released by your touch.
It is profound and stirring… I am feeling deeply sexual and I want to take you passionately. Kiss you powerfully and long. I want to feel you quake… As our mouths and tongues duel for dominance yet are both so willing to submit to such a teasing task as dancing and playing the beautiful game they do…
I yearn to hear my name on your lips as your muscles lay hold and cling to me in climax refusing to let me go, and I never ever want to leave.
It is so divine to be Your Man.
I love to be inside of you… my name on your lips is seduction to me. To hear it spoken in the moments of our highest passion entices me to greater love for you, My Lady.
It is my honest truth and heart My Darling… and please know that my heart is yours.
You have stolen it from me and I do not want it back… for I know it is safe in your keeping.
“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”
— Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)
Enslave me to your wanton charms,
Crush me in your velvet arms
And make me, make me love you.
Make me fire your blood with new desire,
And make me kiss you — lip and limb,
Till senses reel and pulses swim….
~Alfred Bryan, “Enthralled,” 1921
“On thy wither’d lips and dry, Which like barren furrows lie, Brooding kisses I will pour, Shall thy youthful heart restore. (Such kind showers in autumn fall, And a second spring recall); Nor from thee will ever part, Ancient Person of my Heart.”
John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester