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Click hereCMLseries~ "Deep, Valentino"
They are rare; the Men of whom sensual legends are made.
He is one. He is Legend.
He is a...
Crave Maker
"Everything of your life is so deep, Valentino
Your mind, your heart~ especially your soul
Everything of your love I do reap, Valentino
You give from yourself~ deeply ~ to make me whole"
*****
A toast~
'to Lovedeep Love'
He drinks in and of her essence;
heady bouquet of melting desire
wafts from her every wanting pore
His kiss; an erotic Epiphany
in champagne's special moment;
merlot enticing shade on
yearning's awaiting lips;
fading to pink Chablis in
His murmurs' quenched embrace
He gives this first toast
of full bodied kiss~
'to Love'
Sultry; this claret velvet night
as drunken fog of lust
lies low and cognac thick
His virile gait enters her
succulent sweet grape
to cellars' depths;
staggering strides sensuous;
deep
celestial deep
as if descent was His only Ascension
deep, Valentino...
He slips deeper into her heavens;
their passions meeting in distilling steps;
a rendezvous of enthralled flesh caressing;
rose` white pulsing intoxications sinking
still further down to rapturous heights
She turns; the spiral of His ascent
steeper
deeper
holding steady to mellow curves of her
blush silken hips; brandy warm and
craving His hands' inebriating touch
deep... deeper, Valentino...
Into ecstasy's spellbound summit
He further plummets;
falling deeper
deeper still
into the risen throes of her ripened needs;
His spirits of love pouring down
the throat of her undulating Divinity
Within passion's drunkenness
they reel and sway; dizzying exhilaration;
such the light-headed bed spins
of lovers' effervescent foam
stay in me... deep, Valentino...
The kiss, now on a chardonnay shoulder;
His liqueurs of love poured; her chalice filled;
sobriety forever shunned from love's crescendo;
in pale afterglow of Venus on cloud pillow of white...
She raises her chin and sees the rose.
Petals' rich satin hues of crimson cabernet;
drifting piquant scents of sherry and Bordeaux;
the leaves, like two arms held out imploring;
its long stem reaching; as if beseeching her love
Still lying deep within her; He turns them as one;
side cradled melding of conjoined silhouettes
In the opaque mist of dream's prelude;
through His ear, a lulled whisper adores...
You give from yourself~ deeply ~ to make me whole
*******
This chapter, My toast to 'Romance' ~ Long may it live!
Especially liked that little touch with the move from cellars' depths, then celestial deep, and then, "He slips deeper into her heavens;" This surely is vintage Vixxx
you are at your best with a poem that is sensual, sexual, and alive with every little trembling muscle of overwhelming climax as the beautiful imagery captivates the mind, opens the imagination, and keeps the heart pounding.
The hardest part for me is trying to find different ways of saying the same thing every time, except to say where each is unique, but they are all at a level that few can reach... deserving of classical status.
But don't let it go to your head ; P
Drunk on wine and drunk on romance. Best read with a fine vintage. A wonderfully entertaining read.
b'brig
Your words are like beautiful music in the night, the way you tie the wine into the romance... lovely.
See, MISTRESS Vixxx told me that this would be the best installment in the Crave Maker Series. Of course, I had the inside scoop- that She's sick with pneumonia, coughing all the time, unable to sleep well... of course this couldn't be as good as the other ones, right?
Wrong. MISTRESS Vixxx tops Herself, once again. I think She's magic. Or maybe blessed. Or maybe She's just the Michael Jordan or Elvis or Mozart of literature. I don't know. She sure can write, though.
=>craaaaayon
in the *vixxon vapors* that could make a sinus congestion disappear.
Sultry; this claret velvet night
as drunken fog of lust
lies low and cognac thick
His virile gait enters her
succulent sweet grape
to cellars' depths;
staggering strides sensuous;
deep
celestial deep
as if descent was His only Ascension
deep, Valentino...
************
heck.....this could even make bi-polar disorder very erotic too. obviously this piece has fingernails.....it's digging into my back. an absolutely beautiful piece. It may dedicated to romance, but it sure can help the hopeless.
I liked your use of all the wines and the way you wrap the toast up so neatly with the drinking terms. A real shirt ripper!
Tess
Excellent tantalizing addition to your marvelous and very crafty series. an Erotic icon with lure of the word series, anticipation creeps in, which way will this erotic write travel and make us crave ...more!