My senses heighten because he touches me deeply. A soul pierced with his sharp dagger. Warm embrace - sensational vibrations. Impregnated with all he is made of and I am not afraid to give birth to the seed he planted at the core of me.
It's as if he's kissing my neck softly, while gripping one hip and gently caressing the small of my back. His whisper sends chills riveting through my spine, leaving me drunk as if intoxicated with the finest of wines. Penetration beyond a touch, it's his words, that's why I love him so much.
An intellectual with the superhuman ability to touch me without ever having touched me - I'm in awe of his skills, no groupie just proud to know a man of his intense nature.
That's What a Woman Wants!!!
The place this comes from is uncommon ground unfamiliar to crude men. Guard the place, the elder women I've known, might say. Guard without hiding, hide without revealing, reveal from hiding. It confounds the right people, and inspires the right man himself preparing for such a woman.
ReplyDeleteMy mother and my wife have that language. It is not common enough...
- Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Gregory, I appreciate the comparison, honor, love, support and respect given. I hear you and I am listening.
DeleteSo much within unexplored - not disclosed.
Much respect