“Understanding that she is gone I begin to feel that there is no way that I can ever overcome this phthartic heartache that is now beginning to take shelter inside of me. Feeling everything that I love being torn from me. And without any good enough explanation as to why as I face this hellish downpour of rain inside of my heart. The sudden fear of not being able to feel her kalonal touch torments me. Fearing that it is only a matter of time now before she becomes just a precious memory. Feeling that I will never again experience her tender lips gently pressed into mine. Every image of her and coming to grief with draining my soul of its living warmth. Having taken from me all that I love and worship. Every hair on my body acknowledging my vacuous disillusionment.” LoveLossSadHeartacheDisillusionmentHellish Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Lost in the golden glimmer of her muddy moonradish eyes her kiss soothes my heart feeling myself melt into her love. Brushing my fingertips against her dark eyebrows and pressing my lips to her forehead I then see her perfect smile tasting again her marvelous lips.” LoveSmileLipsMarvelousEyebrowsMeltForehead Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Polishing her thighs with our warm dripping secretions we experience a spiritual alchemical metamorphosis as we bathe in the pure essence of ecstasy. Traveling with my fingers the length of this mythical creature she consumes from my other hand every morsel of my love.” LoveSpiritualEcstasyTouchingMaking Love Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Yearning to taste my love her lips fasten to mine aching to fill up and replenish her starving heart. A heart-hunger dying to again taste what was and still is. Like bare skin seeking to love extravagantly and to walk between worlds.” LoveHeartLipsStarvingAchingHeart Hunger Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Before I can think to doubt her for whatever reason she hurries to charge my lowly spirit with her succulent lips. Reaching for her waist my hands feel for her flesh beyond her grey ribbed sweater. More to me than the beauty of the earth it is even her name that causes me to tremble when I am close to her. The propinquity of her lissome figure arched against my body is now soup to my broken heart. Her kiss and her touch allowing love and blood to again souse the channels hastening through my vascular body. My arms hold on to her like I can never let her go. Warming her nose against my face she again offers me those lips in that sure way of which I am familiar. Knowing now just as I always have that there can be no love worthy or memorable enough to ever take her place.” LoveHeartHandsBeautyDoubtLipsFleshKissTrembleSucculent Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Enduring this torment because of her tentative efforts where from her there has been no upheaval. Our nonpareil love being the only thing that should warrant such disobedience. Being told no when only we know. And believing it to be further a crime to reject and disobey the heart.” LoveHeartNonpareil Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Carefully and meticulously I make a memento from the palatable nectar of her lithe rotund lips. Her perfect lips weaken me with a most beautiful omniscience. Mending the seems of her love with mine I climb the nape of her neck and in my crusade to the tops of her branches I am still the sepal of her enchanting and sovereign beauty.” LoveBeautyKissingLips Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“I want you in my arms like roots consume rain. To warm my body beside yours like bathing in the sun. To hear the rhythm of your heart in my waking ears. Dancing in spirit around the edges of your body. Wanting your love that burns like fire when you kiss me––anywhere and everywhere. You loving every part of me––loving every part of you.” LoveSunRainRootsWarmKissLovingBurns Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Anchored to her sure-fired eyes I am then followed by a thirst in her that she is still craving to satiate. Grabbing ahold of me upside down with her mesic grasp she warms her sienna-sand skin inverse to me. Feeling her seize my sacral nerve she maneuvers to carefully empty me again. Like brontide building up to a cloudburst she absorbs me drawing a deep squeeze upwards consuming every ounce of my sucré crème. Effleuraging the soft soused petals of her poporo she braces herself feeling an apical and phreatic trembling inside of her. Feeling her squeeze that last lick she cums again into my mouth. Feeling me swill that nectarous haoma sluicing from her pink pearlious clam. Candy flipping her clitoral shaft and tasting the pomaceous pabulum of her inner goddess. Beholding in part that celestial diluvium by which all creation is bathed. Feeling her exultant joy and tactual grip as she releases a beautiful freeing cry” LoveSexGoddessFuckingSatiate Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Holding her smooth hands and fingers warm she says my name without saying a single word. Speaking to me with those soft soul-stirring eyes that ask for nothing more except for my love.” LoveRomanceWarmGentleSoftSoul Stirring Book:Arabala Source: Arabala