Confession

Red desire in the samba of her soul,
revealing the passion of a woman.

Naked femininity undressed
in the bliss of a moment.

Remembering the touch
that melts her defenses.

A delightful obsession in the little
deaths of vulnerability.

Beautiful confessions to the
man she yearns to love.

Yemanja

Quietly

Her mind races to find
the answers which may
never come..

Her beauty and talent
are seldom enough to
fulfill her desire.

She is always trying
to prove something;
mainly to herself.

No matter how
much she may
feel emotionally
beat up by others;

she always beats
herself up more
than anyone else
ever could.

-Simple elegance
always pleasures
her!

Sincerity reaches
right through her
armor and touches
her heart.

She is more delicate
then she shows..

She desires affection
showered on her by
one devoted man;

if You can meet her
standards and be
patient enough to
stick around!

You'll be in line for
some of the sweetest
love under the Sun!

Her love is a pure
flow of energy!

It is rarely
Jealous
Controlling.

It is Quiet
Enduring
Loyal..

It is Sensual
Thoughtful
Sincere...

-Would you dare love her, to feel
your heart for a second..?

Yemanja

Lost in words

Across the room, he
stands a little in the
distance watching her.

His face detailed
by an emotion that
his mind has not
yet named.

She can feel the warmth
of his stare on her cheek
she looks up and steals
back to his stare.

He barely sees her.. 
It is only desire that
he is registering.

+Actual and Imagined

Turning her gaze openly
to his.. he scans her face
for evidence of truth.

Her longing for him was
less raw than his for her.
his eyes never deserted
hers..

He takes her hand in
his and she feels the
supple strength, the
firm possessive
reassurance of his
intentions for her.

-Flushed! .. she raises
her eyes to his, resting
his forehead against hers.

-It is a moment of the
purest intimacy. 

He smiles into her
eyes, then bends his
cheek close to hers
to whisper her senses;

I just want to touch you.
Nothing else. I just want to
know the truth of you.

.. Reclined before him
unseen by anyone,  he lifts
the hem of her dress.

His fingers persistent,
determined against her
flesh..With the power
and sureness of touch
that only true desire
can bring; and She melts
in the exquisite rawness
of his touch.
  . It was like someone
crossing a line..

This is what he longed to know;
the truth of his response to her.
It is this that is the invention
of love.

As he yearns to touch her
once more..

Yemanja

Within their world

They undress in silence

each knowing that the most

sacred rituals should be

performed naked.

As they played and kissed, they felt

the world recede, leaving them alone

in their intimate paradise, before the

fire and the moon.

Their play were both intemperate

and incautious, plumbing the depths

of joy and freedom until at last she

threw herself with quivering abandon

into his arms. Enfolding her in his 

arms she felt a heady bond of 

trust and lust.

Closing her eyes, she knew it

would be impossible to feel 

happier than she did at 

this moment.

They needed no words, yet

the longing to touch was like

a hunger in the blood.

She began to whisper his

name with heart-scalding

hunger. . . Setting his mouth

against her throat, so that

she would not stop saying

his name.

He ran his fingertips along

the valley between her breasts,

down to her navel, then dipping

them between her legs touching

the very core of her center.

He lifts his scolded fingers to

her mouth; “taste" he insists.

Then watching him dip his fingers 

back into her fire with slumbering

eyes as he sucks her honeyed

essence from his finger tips,

before her..

Yemanja

Her Magic

Is the way she can grasp the
depths of their Oneness..

In the brief moment
spent together, joy
blooms.. Sweet
hot candy.. Beyond
the ability of her mind!

To grasp that moment
of raw sensual power
defies explanation;

it must be demonstrated
to be understood as it
thrives in the moment.

And in that moment, his
soul awakens, finding
peace in the arms
of his Nirvana;

-to feel her power
release itself to him.

His only existence
is to pleasure her.

He could never
explain why, it
is what he most
wanted.

knowing they are
the only Ones who
knows it..

Yemanja

Before sunset

Eyes closed, she
can see it all..

The intensity
of their stare
bewitched
in ecstasy;

how she loves
to seduce him so

Their kiss was more
then just play
it was an awakening
into their wickedness.

Heat and hunger
perverse and raw
sensual emotions
liberating their Sex
into each other's
being.

Where desire
permission
surrender
control
trust
and Love
exists.

As every time we do this
I am your everything.

Yemanja

Tonight

The only one I want
to caress is you.

You watch the
changing light
in the sky.

I watch your eyes...

Yemanja

Femininity

Under the thick blanket
of night, her feminine
scent fills the air.

A dark blindfold that
masks everything
but her sex.

Words are not necessary
They speak in touches now.

Palms open on soft skin
fingers dance along small
curves.

He yearns to discover
she longs to surrender.

moving down
moving down

to the center of her soul
reaching in, fingers melt
into her fire.

Tongue pierces folds of lust
swimming in hot liquid
opening petal by petal
watching you
watch me.

Building a slow fire
witches brew of lust
and desire.

Pink shades of pleasure
fill his mouth, with the
sweet and pure essesence
of her.

As she submits and
reveals herself
to him...

Yemanja

When he Found her

She reached out and
curled her hand
into his..

His eyes searched
her face in a breathless
moment, then slowly
he drew her hand
to his lips, kissing
the tip of each finger.

A frisson of pleasure
spiraled deep in my belly
and high in my breasts.

..I have never been more
aware, that I am Female
in my life..You are
definitely Male.. All
Male...dizzyingly
Male...dangerously
Male.

The way she felt was
nothing new.. He always
affected her this way.

She is able to submerge
her thoughts of him, but
that only makes her dream
of him the more vivid.

When I'm with you like this
I have no control over my
feelings or emotions what
so ever..You;

always have a way of
keeping me off-balance
with a sense of joy that
(is) beyond happiness.

She never knows what
next to expect from him..

Yemanja

Adulation

The voracity of their
passion was an appetite
undeniably beheld
and aware.

For weeks
romance has
enraptured an
abyss deeply
endured in the
most inner
secrets of
their hearts.

As the weeks
become days
and days
become hours
and hours
become minutes;

awaiting in
perpetual
expectancy.

Yemanja

Yearning to the Universe

I dreamed of you
last night.  As I do
every night.

You have invaded
my sleep.  My skin
tingles at the thought
of you.

I have sat for hours
and wondered how
you would feel. How
you would touch me.

You look for me in 
all the faces of the
women you pass by.

For my love, it's
our destiny, you
belong to me..

Yemanja

Raptured

How in each other's arms
we lay confounded and
dissolved...Which should be
most lost?

Flaming kisses
plunging into
boundless blisses.

Our bodies, our
souls on fire.

Tossed by a tempest
of desire licked out
in salty patterns
on sex sweated skin.

"Before dawn I shall
make love to you
again and again
and again..."

-Her eyes were bravely
provocative yet, he
suspected that she
was more than half
afraid of what was
to come, though
she would rather
die than admit it.

Awakened and alive with
wonder...She touches the
tip of her tongue to his lips
knowing it would tempt him
to devour her mouth.

She paints his body with
curly brushes of red hair,
which, at times, he smooth
back from her face so that
they could see themselves in
true and unveiled mirrors.

..He kisses her senselessly
touching her everywhere
warming her...Mesmerized
by her gaze;

proceeding to
prove her right..

Yemanja

Spellbound

All their senses were
attuned to each other.

He watched her flaunt her
beauty before him, and his
bluest eyes told her just
how lovely he found her.

Listening to his voice
she felt her skin tighten
her blood tingle with
excitement, and her
body stir with passion.

Being here together
was perfectly sublime
Sublimely perfect.

They needed no words
yet the longing to touch
was like a hunger
in the blood.

Leaving them in
an intimate abandon
as they enfold each
other before the Fire.

Yemanja

Desire

-She trembles with the sound

of his voice.

There were a million things
he wanted to say to her..

Her nearness affected him
physically, as it always did.  

She fought the urge to
stiffen and resist him
but couldn't.  He was
to powerful.

Touching her
pinkest lips
he immediately
felt the blood
drumming in
his fingertips
his throat
even the
soles of
his feet.

Yet..

They were nothing
compared to the
blood-throb of
his erection.

He never felt
a woman this
wet before.

The urge to pounce 
her over whelmed him
Licking her with hot
breathes and flicks of
his tongue!

...the heat within her 
permeated..lingered
..as desire splashes
onto their thighs
like Hot Rain!

yemanja