Long Have Been The Winters That Have Come And Gone In The Eternity Between Sightings Of The One My Heart

Long have been the winters that have come and gone in the eternity between sightings of the one my heart belongs too.

A back once has strong has since bent low, a heartbeat flittering and passionate now does slow, the sand in my hourglass' bottom has grown.

Though I have aged and long since changed with certainty I can tell you her visage has doubtlessly stayed much the same, altered not by time or strain.

For she who brought light and wonder into my life is of elven blood, a queen of the fae whose beauty is equaled by none.

She did share a love with me and many an embrace but fleeting is the attenoktions of one who has seen so many an age.

Duties did call my dearest far and away, but of me she asked that I wait and stay. Quick would be her task or so she did say.

But a redwood does not see a drought in a similar manor too the sapling of an oak who will soon wither away.

Decades to my love of the fairest of folk would be but a trifle absence and little before had she loved one shackled with the mortal yoke.

Long has been my wait, and still my love and hope stay strong, that she will return to me with each and every dawn.

I did give her my word and to it I shall hold in the knowledge she shall stay true to hers before death itself takes me unto its fold.

Should it come that I shall pass before I hold again my Elven lass I write this now so she weeps not for our love still stands.

For my heart burns brighter that any and every star, it matters now how close or far. I only apologize I am but a man and could not escape her absence unmarred.

But worry not and do not weep, for rest assured her word my love shall keep. Goodbye for now and goodnight I long only too see your smile once more shine through night.

Of these two lovers one stands brilliant and shimmering as the sun, spreading the warmth and joy where ere she go, a beacon of beauty and Divinity so true that any who dared to take in such incandescence for too long would then and will find now a sunspot impressed into their vision for a time. For how can one gaze upon Divinity and not be left changed and with a new outlook upon this land.

The other stands a silly little man, near blind now with dots from sungazing, who spends his every moment enchanted by the love of his soul that stands before him. Just as she is his sun he is her moon, ever rejuvenated by the light of her beauty, and always just behind her.

As is fitting for a moon, he spends the times apart from his love writing ever on and on in hopes to transcribe the love they share that grows with each passing moment. Futile attempts though they be, each passage, saga, sonnet, and limerick carries with it a peace of her beauty and the love it inspires in his heart and takes its rightful place once completed among its brothers and sisters in the night sky as a new star. This way when either is far away from the other and gone for so long those wonderful impressions that are near tattoos upon his very eyes have faded he need only look up too the constellations above to feel close at hand to his Paramore once again. Making those times apart that too him feel like the decades between eclipses feel bearable for another night until the next embrace of theirs, which is always as magnificent as the new dawn and even more beautiful.

So they persist, she taking her moon with her where ere she goes showing him love and wonders unparalleled, and he ever enchanted by the majesty, spreading attempts at its definition across the sky, one hand in ever in hers to help guide him while his vision dances like the aurora when locked on her.

These words are for the woman I love so dear- no for the angel .... neigh once more I write these words for the deity that I hold worship for at the altar of your presence.

You who's shining beauty was the spark that lit the sun in the time before light, you whose dazzling smile gave birth to the stars and whose eyes are the inspiration of the seven seas I have sailed to stand beside you now, deep, beautiful, and mazelike.

I love not just the perfection of your visage but also every mannerism you have acquired over your life so small but without them I would findmyself before an altogether different being.

The way you sigh when tasting white wine yet grin when enjoying the red. The tilt in your head ever so slightly to right when you bless us with your smile once more because you are so filled with joy it physically moves you.

I also love the way everytime you hear that joke about the apple and the bird you laugh as though it is the world's newest and most important jest, Akin to how every passing moment at your side is the newest and most important moment in this little life of mine as I plummeting ever deeper into the oceans of love I have grown for you as the days have raced past us.

Oh deity too whom I give my prayers and confessions I have found you to be, kind, and beautiful while in contrast finding myself to be a jealous and greedy man hence forth I seek too put an end to this unworthy attempt at conveying my love for thee short as I desire to jealously hoard as much of your beauty to myself as I possibly can.

some of u aren’t carrying a constant yearning for love that consumes u and that must be nice

pant like a dog

[ophelia & penelope]

So it's smut, lemme know what ya think

As her dress drops to the floor my eyes devour her before my hands even reach her velvet skin, every inch of her body like ambrosia that was set in a golden mold and cast into beauty made manifest.

Long have I waited for this moment, our first night of delicious sin and now only one question is at the front of my mind.

Do I go until her legs can't stop shaking or until her hands ache from gripping my hair.

I take her in my arms and throw her up onto my shoulders, the yelp she let's out more adorable than I have words for.

I do this because everytime we have kissed before tonight just as things get like this when our passion burns through our veins causing our faces to flush she has a nasty habit of running away and I won't have any of that tonight.

I begin to kiss and bite my way up each of her thighs towards my prize, skimming over and around it each time to drive her mad as I walk us towards the wall so she'll have something to support her back when it arches soon.

After a few minutes of this frustration overtakes her and she grabs two handfuls of my hair and drives me exactly where she wants me to be. A place I happily embrace now.

I set to my task like a man who hasn't seen food in weeks and with the way I drink her in you'd think I'd just crossed a dessert in summer.

My hands atop Her thighs feel like I've grabbed ahold of the clouds, Clouds that help me control my beloved as a storm of lust overtakes her body. My plan from before is working as I feel her heels on my back trying to gain traction but with one hand on the ceiling and the other at the base of my neck she has no where to go.

A sense of pride overtakes me as she squirms faster and faster as her bliss reaches its pinnacle, her grip tightening on my neck and her legs squeezing tight, almost causing spots in my vision.

God she's tastes like honey, and everyone knows how much I love honey, I don't think it will ever taste as good again not as this. Not good as her.

If I was like a man who had just crossed a desert before then Now I am Akin to a man swimming in a volcanic crater as She reaches that pinnacle and her pleasure becomes a physical thing. It is like ambrosia on my tongue, and it is a drug most intoxicating. A drug I find myself already addicted to.

If she were not so tense I would lap every drop the escaped me to run down my chin but unable to do so I simply forge onward knowing that this angelic being above me has yet more to spill.

Like a zealot gifted a vision from their Deity I keep going my tongue And lips translating every ounce of desire I have never been able to find the words to speak to my love, her body quivering all the while as what words she can speak slowly began to lessen as each minute flies past us.

I am given another 4 doses four more highs that I could ride the rest of my fleeting life Before my arms begin to ache like my jaw, and while she hates me for a moment as I tear my head back, ending her marathon of dopamine it is quickly dashed away as I toss her onto the bed in the center of the room.

As she sinks into an ocean of pillows I see a rush of adrenaline and excitement overtake her as she sees that even after all that time holding her up I still have the strength to toss her so easily.

As I make my way towards the source of my high, the epicenter of all my euphoria I am stunned for a moment is I pass her ankles for the first time… And smell… strawberries??

I break out into a laugh as I realize this adorable, innocent angel before has just been an act all along, and now I know she has some sins of her own planned for Me.

She blushes in a way that drives me mad as I begin kissing my way up her legs, my hands wandering All the while ahead of my lips, searching for my next high like a cave diver in the dark.

As my hands find what I crave Our eyes meet and I see an equal craving fill her eyes.

A hunger for more ecstasy, an unbridled need for my hands to set to the task - and whom am I to deny a woman Her needs?

I set my hands to religious purpose, my fingers searching for my fountain of the grail so they may become the vessel that brings to me another taste of eternity. Not a single one of the crusaders of old has ever felt such a duty to their actions as I feel now, a paladin demanding by course of actions to earn my goddesses blessing.

I feel her begin to run away, her body betraying her mind as the pleasure surmounts her better judgment. My other arm reaches from under her across her waist to hold her steady, and I use my teeth to gain purchase on her thigh lest my tired arm proves insufficient. It does not. My bite however builds upon her bliss. As she squirms one more time to get free her whole body shakes as she screams my name too olympus, her legs collapsing, her muscles tightening around my hand.

She pulls me up into a kiss, I notice fleetingly that her eyes are glazed over as mine shut between stolen breaths of the embrace we share. I know I must still be breathing but neither of us knows whose air we share anymore.

Our bodies become just as tangled as our breath as we become one, limbs and hands intertwining, heat rising and pleasure twisting into one blessed union of heaven.

We do not notice as night turns to day, the only miniscule passage of time the fading pain of my back as she carves into it her own animalistic desire. Soon her hunger becomes as insatiable as mine and she sinks her pretty smile into my collarbone, the hue of her lipstick staining my neck around her bite.

I like the mirror to her I have become I bite my lip as pain meets bliss. I reach a hand up to her hair and pull her back, pull her lower, telling her without words that I don't want her to stop. I want her to take after me and share in the high.

With an evil grin I've never seen her show before she gladly does so as I gasp and moan under her teeth and nails. My shaky breath and shuddering muscles bring out the second wind buried deep inside her and she is like a dragon unchained as she devours me, a trail of burning passion in her wake like dragon's fire.

Where I was a zealot seeking the bliss of heaven she is a demon, whose only thought is how best she may drown in sin. Sin she happily drains from me as though I were a cask of wine shattered on the tavern floor.

I find myself for the first time, also attempting to run away, my own mind unable to comprehend the patterns and dialects her hands and tongue speak against my skin, her own hands now keep me rooted.