Intoxyc8me's blog: "Romance"

Canvas Beauty by LateNiteFantasy© Part One: The Awakening She stares at me From behind her canvas prison Oil eyes; Sienna, Blue as the desert sky; Pierce me, Search me, Beseech me... She is poised in such a way, So lady like, So mysterious, So beautiful... Yet sorrow fills her, It consumes her, It makes her all the more beautiful... What was her life like, My canvas beauty? What tales has she to tell? What secrets does she hold? Tucked away behind that plump bosom, Locked deep within M’Lady’s heart... Yes! I want her. I will take her. I will make her mine! This canvas beauty, Out on display for me And only me... Part two: The Build Up Finally she is mine, My canvas beauty I stare at her From across the room She on my bed... She watches me intently I know I should be shy But I cannot help myself! She slowly spread her legs for me, Showing me all that she has to offer... My hand reaches for her nub Hidden in its secret lair, Pressed between her two lips... My face is flush, But it is not through embarrassment... Instead, it is from the heat Of passion... Passion I have for my canvas beauty! Part Three: The Release Beauty consumes me! It is all around! I now match her stare, Eyes locked to eyes... Beads of sweat roll From the curve of her breast… I stare at her luscious mounds, Protected ever so slightly By her tight bodice... I want to free them, I want to free her, too If I could, I would pull my canvas beauty free! Desire for her overwhelms me I cannot fight it anymore! I need release... Sweet, sweet release! Give it to me, my beauty! I close my eyes And I am with her... The laces from her bodice Half torn from her! Our rosy lips, smeared The tops of her breasts The same red... Beauty writhes as a common whore now, But she does not care! I do not care! Together, we are in ecstasy...

There Comes a Time by LateNiteFantasy© There comes a time, when giving becomes as sweet as getting, when the feelings of lust, need, desire are sublimated to the feelings of caring, concern and tenderness. In this time, neither is diminished, each feeds upon the other, until the whirlwind of emotion comes together and consumes all reason, all morals, all scruples. There comes a time when the moans and cries, the soft sighs and quiet whimpers block out all other sounds. There comes a time when all that you want is to hear, see and smell another's desire fulfilled. There comes a time for all of this, that time is when I'm with you. to my sweetheart I LOVE YOU

Dance of Love by LateNiteFantasy© In the early light of dawn, you come to me Your face softened by sleep And your mouth warm. Our bodies touch with sparks of electricity That ignites our fire And fuels our passion, As we clasp each other close In the age-old dance of love. Our words of love wash between us Murmured against soft lips and damp skin Fingers strumming in perfect rhythm Bringing the beat of our hearts to a peak. The silence disturbed by our breathing And moaning And finally, our strangled cries As we each find blissful release Only to fall gently back to reality: The reality of the alarm clock; The reality of responsibility; And the reality that tomorrow morning In the soft light of dawn, You will reach for me And, once again, we shall dance.

Never Forgotten by LateNiteFantasy© I saw her in the park one day Upon a bench, alone A small sad smile on her face As she looked upon the lawn Her face was as puzzle to me With fine lines that would not lie Yet she held a strange innocence And eyes as young as the sky I asked if I could sit with her She laughed and said, “Please do” She somehow seemed familiar Like an old friend I once knew I told her of my thoughts She smiled and said, “I know” “People always tell me that No matter where I go” I began to introduce myself But she already knew my name I asked again if I knew her Her answer was still the same She laughed and said something odd That once, more knew her eyes But times had changed and so she had Faded from their minds The sun was cast behind some clouds Which soon began to weep We quickly dashed from park To a dinner down the street Her hair was all a tangle Yet still it seemed to glow Like a farmer’s fresh tilled field Touched by a hint of snow We spoke and laughed for hours there Talking of this and that She had so many stories to share That I barely spoke, enrapt She told tales of people she knew Of Lovers and fools and kings Some made me laugh until I cried While others tore my heartstrings I could not help but stare at her Her eyes had such great depths Fathoms I knew I could never share If I drew a billion more breaths It was late as we left the shop And in the dark it seemed That some of the care had left her face And how her eyes did gleam I asked her had she a place to stay She said she’d been here before And she would from house to house And find a friendly door. I shook my head and told her no That was something I wouldn’t see I’d take the couch; she’d have my bed More stories would be her fee. We reached my loft and she spoke and sang Of tales, she had a plenty And I shared some stories of mine But it seemed she knew them already We both grew weary but did not want To leave each other’s side I slipped my hand into hers And I heard her sweetly sigh I kissed her once on the lips And in the light it appeared The touch of gray had left her hair And the face was cleansed of years We sang a lullaby together It was a tune I had never heard But somehow still, I sang along Knowing every word We feel asleep in each other’s arms And while night passed away I dreamed a dream of paradise Were I saw her everyday When I awoke she was gone Leaving a note read at a glance “Thank you. I feel alive again.” It was signed “Romance”