Tag Archive | Sweet Romance

The Fuel of our Loving Desire

My mouth trails unhurriedly on the road from the nape of your neck to your loving sweet spot.

Indulging in you, my lips caress your slender shoulders of smooth ivory like buttery cream on vanilla delight.

Strong and tender are my hands that clench your flesh under your red silk dress as you exhale a deeply orgasmic delectable groan.

Your heat presses into mine, our bodies fueled by our loving desire.

Harvesting Love and Desire

Artist Earl Norem; pinterest.com

Sunlight was tickling the leaves of the apple trees and dancing upon the summer grass when I found you in the orchard.

You were sitting on a wooden ladder, wincing and holding your arm that you had cut on the branches while plucking down apples.

Quickly, I moved to help, tearing the top of your blouse to your gasping response and tying the silken material around your arm.

As I dressed the wound, pressing the warmth of my body to yours, you glanced back at me with a hint of deep gratitude and a spark of hungry desire as your blouse slipped even lower.

Torrent of Fiery Nourishment

Artist Max Ginsburg; pinterest.com

Robust hands clutch you from behind as the heat of passion between us rises briskly like flames ascending from a river of sensuous craving.

Breasts full and plump burst from the tightness of your dress as you grip the hem, lifting it higher, aching for the nourishment that I have promised only to you.

Moaning and exhaling the hunger that drives your most intense desire, you close your eyes to find yourself lost in a world of sensual bliss.

Warm lips begin at your ear and gravitate lower, slowly, languidly, building anticipation, heightening your impassioned euphoric release.

As the Story Becomes Yours

Artist Knute Munson; pinterest.com

My words, ravishing and intoxicating, wash over your body like the passionate massage of vivacious fingers, as your heart swells and your mind ingests the delectation.

The lovers in the story you read find one another searching, longing, lustful, and aroused.

When they find each other, they embrace in sweltering desire, their bodies writhing in rhythm with each other, manliness and femininity enfolding in blissful lovemaking.

Goosebumps and tingles of craving tip tap like raindrops over your skin, your tongue saturating your lips, your mind poised to take the story from there.

When Love Fondles the Heart

Artist Ed Tadiello; pinterest.com

Soft and tender were my words, my breath, my warmth that fondled her heart and enveloped her soul.

“Of all the women in the world tonight, none come close to you, my love,” I respired like fingers on a piano that touched all the right keys, “in perfect beauty and elegance, in suppleness and style.”

A delicate kiss on her ear followed my romantic rhetoric of love, revealing how much she meant to me on this date, sparking the flame that burned deep within us both, yearning to break free.

“Don’t stop,” she replied with eyes closed and a salacious moan, “let me hear it again.”

Our Night is Young

Artist Frank Frazetta; pinterest.com

It was a warm summer night, the cool evening breeze tickling your skin, wafting under your sheer purple nightgown… as you waited.

And then I appeared and with unrelenting seduction, you grasped my hand and drew me into yourself, our bodies crushing to one another, heat transferring like a sulfuric geyser springing forth from volcanic earth.

And then I kissed you and my hands caressed the place that drives you wild as utterances like the moaning and howling of a wolf escaped your lips.

Lightly biting my lower lip, you growled as I drew your leg up to my hip, my hand sliding along your velvety thigh as my mouth breathed hot into your ear, “This night, my love, has only just begun.”

Boundless Dreams and Desires

Artist George Garland; pinterest.com

It was a long arduous ride across the western plains by carriage – days even – but they only felt like minutes with ravishing Verbena at my side.

Somewhere along the way, I must have been chattering about our dreams, a ranch house with horses and children and a future we could build on, and that’s when she turned and pressed her mouth to mine.

Her soft lips felt like the gentle lapping river forging a ravine through a dense forest of pine, smooth and warm and full of life, arousing in me my deepest desire to have her.

As passion flourished and her fingers tore through my hair, I stopped the carriage in the middle of an open valley, the sky like our future wide open before us, and I knew that for now, our dreams could wait.