The Rhythm Of Unspoken Words

"When two hearts can speak as one, in a matching rhythm. The sound of unspoken words, like music to my ears, your moans are soul food that makes love to my mind."

Oh, Kathleen, it is you that does so many crazy things to my mind, sending it to the imagination of wild adventures. It is the thought of your soft kisses on my swollen member that sends shivers down my body that even I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you.

I am at war with myself - first for wanting you so much that the mere thoughts of you render me powerless, and at war for wanting someone so badly that it consumes me and brings me to do your bidding just by looking into your eyes.

I wake up each day and wait for you to come to me, to bridge this distance that is killing me. I will ride across deserts, in the scorching sun just to be in your arms, to lay my head on the warmth of your thighs and have you call my name in soft whispers in your melodious voice that is soothing to a man weary from desiring you.

Now that you’re here, standing there, in what has become my favourite spot because I always picture you there, wearing my favourite dress, alluring, beckoning on me like a falconer and I willingly heed to thy call, as a falcon does to its master. You are the master of my heart, and for you, I'll fall to my knees and worship at your altar, for you are my Ambrosia.

I look at you and I am amazed how one woman can be so beautiful, inviting and alluring yet so oblivious to her effects.

How you make kings desire your body, lay plans like they’re in battle, send men to you, bearing gifts after your heart just to win you.

It is your aura, powerful enough to get conquerors to their knees willingly.

It is your innocence, like that of an untouched flower, yet you stir up desires so wild and dangerous.. desires that drive men out of their minds that even the gods seek to find pleasure in thy blossom.

Oh, Kathleen, ever so warm and beautiful, yet you’re mine.

My very own aphrodisiac...

A meal prepared for me by the gods themselves...

A meal I partake of, yet desiring more...

It is you Kathleen and all the beautiful ways you make me feel.

Keep the door to your chamber slightly ajar. Bath in scented water and use the most pleasant oils. Lay in a bed covered in orchids and bid me come to thee.

My muscle is throbbing at the mere thoughts of you.

My eyes lit with so much passion it lightens the path to thy chamber and I’ll come to thee trailing thy scent.

Remind me again all the beautiful things you feed me with, for I am thirsty and would drink from your flowing juices on my knees, they are an elixir to my soul.

Our cries of pleasure will feel up the skies that even the heavens would be jealous.

I’d make love to you with the moon in attendance, the leaves from the oak trees serving as a bed and the birds chirping in envy to the rhythm of our moans.

Tell me Kathleen that you’re warm, dripping and ready to welcome me. Tell me that only I own thee and you’d give up yourself as a willing partner on my pleasure alter.

You’re all that I desire.

Bid me to come to thee, for I await you in all eagerness.