Writings of My Beloved

The following was written as a personal remake of Song of Solomon’s, Chapter 7: 1-9, specifically for my wife. Once I got started, the desires for her and admiration of her just kept going. I hope you enjoy it!

Your feet are as soft jewels, needing to be held with care and tenderness, to be massaged and held tight as valuable treasures as they are your transport to the places the Lord calls you on a daily basis.

Your calves and shins are smooth and silky, glorious to the touch of my hands, like a newly paved road, to be traveled back and forth with my hands, without bumps or blemishes, perfect as created by God.

Your thighs are rounded and strong, yet feminine. They form an inviting pathway to the most enjoyable destination, like a wonderful gateway to bask in and admire with growing anticipation of the treasure above.

Between your legs lies the reward God has prepared for my pleasure in this unique world called sexual fulfillment established for our marriage bed alone. This is a place to return to often and in varied forms for mutual pleasure and ultimate climax of our time together.

Your stomach beautifully shows a lifetime of life giving, wrinkled and stretched from use, yet telling numerous wonderful tales of new birth. My hands softly gliding across your stomach feel the pain, the joy, the sacrifice of motherhood exemplified best in Jesus gift on the cross bringing others eternal life as you have given earthly life.

Your breasts are a succulent site overlooking the beautiful valleys of enjoyment below. How exhilarating to climb to their peaks and drink in your sweetness, to enjoy the whole as a handful or give pleasurable pinches at the mountaintops, to witness your relaxed, eyes-closed, smiling pleasure. I take my delight in verbalizing that I love your “tits,” “boobs,” and “nipples.” My passion for you is stoked like a flame whether I glide over them tenderly when your breasts are still out of site and covered by colorful, silky garments or as you expose them to me for both my visual delight and aggressive devouring with hands and mouth.

Your neck is soft, supple, inviting to the touch, massage, and kiss. This is a connection from the bodily canvas waiting to be painted below and the control center above that takes in visually, aesthetically, and sensually the pleasures received throughout the whole body.

Your face is beautifully matured, appropriately aged for your years, showing grace, and peace. Your eyes are a gorgeous expression of your love and goodness, yet also an opening into your soul.

Your hair is a flowing waterfall, beautifully, and smoothly cascading from the peaks and flowing to the shoulders below, a perfect blend of color and compliment to your face, eyes, nose, and mouth.

Head to toe my bride is beautiful, but for this time, for this purpose, I must return to my favorite spot, my beloved’s vagina, her most inviting love hole, her pussy. Just the thought and mental image of it arouses excitement, passion, and desire in my loins. I thank God for its creation and provision for me specifically and no one else. I am thankful for its part in my pleasure and the pleasure of my wife, and I am grateful to her for allowing me to both receive from and provide pleasure to this spot. My enjoyment seems endless, but let me recount my favorites.

Visually, such an odd place, what should be almost unsightly, instead is gorgeous and attractive to my eyes, whether in actuality or in my treasured, hidden photographs. I gaze on this fleshly, glistening, sometimes puffed up opening to your inner being and cannot hold back my desire to see more, feel more, and enjoy more. It is surrounded by a matted forest of curls that remind me of its natural beauty, like an inviting pool accentuated by nature’s flora, asking me to dive into its wetness. God, thank you for the desire you give me for my wife’s most intimate spot and none other.

To the touch of my fingers it is a place of enormous variety. My hand is drawn to rubbing over this place when either covered or bare. My pulse quickens even to the silky smoothness of petting over this area even when hidden by a fine, glossy, and shiny material covering. I can feel just a hint of it bumps and outlines through the cloth, and I am drawn to explore further. In great anticipation, my hand searches for a crevice to feel bare skin beneath its overlying veil. I take in each sensation as my fingers slide across skin, through short tangles of hair, and lastly over foothills in search of the valley of hopefully early dampness. I love to explore this area further, spread the wetness and juices around, press all around, up and down, listen for your instructions, and come to rest on your clit. Rub it gently, press lightly, glide back and forth ever so slightly, and wait for encouragement that I have found the right spot. The possibilities are so gloriously many, like a runner circling the track while working around the labia, using two fingers to spread the lips and massage them lightly, one digit or possibly two moving up the bumpy pathway into the depth of your insides and them searching around the cavern, enjoying its slippery and warm walls. Yet always returning to that most sensitive of spots at the top of the opening and looking for the proper direction as to how it should be treated masterfully.

And when my lips, tongue, and mouth come in union with this wonderful spot – WOW! Why such pleasure, I cannot explain. I ask my lover to not question why I hunger for this taste, but to just lie back and receive the pleasure I can give as long as she desires. I cannot explain why my manhood stands at attention at just the thought of it and even more so when the long-awaited pleasure is in sight and my face draws closer and closer. I pause to gaze at its wetted beauty, my hands move in either to frame the inviting target before me or to brace you like a delightful feast being brought to my hungry palate, I breathe in deep your unique womanly odor, and finally my tongue contacts your body in this place. Mmmm, tasty, succulent, attractive, desirably, luscious as always. So sexually heightened, excited, turned on, yet my thought is how to please you. Let me recount some of the offerings my tongue can give at this time.

• Long slow licks as if enjoying a tasty ice cream cone from top to bottom.
• Pressing against you with my tongue reaching as deep inside as possible.
• Circling all around so my wetness mixes and spreads with yours.
• Lightly looking for the most sensitive areas and flicking across your clit.
• First up and down, now side to side.
• Finally picking up the pace to lap aggressively from inside to outside, bottom to top with a hunger and passion to devour your taste.

I look up at you to smile. Since my mouth is occupied, it is the only way to let you know I am enjoying this immensely. I listen for instruction, encouragement, sighs of pleasure, and I invite your hands to come be a part of my pleasure. You may squeeze my hand, or a finger may massage your swollen clitoris allowing me to lick over it, or you spread your pussy lips as an invitation to taste deeper. I leave the decision to you, tell me when I am done, when your pleasure has peaked, minutes pass as if only seconds I am in such ecstasy.

Variety is the spice of this activity and so I continue – back and forth, up and down, aggressive then tender, deep and then on the surface, slow to fast, resting and then diving in for more. I grab your soft butt cheeks and kneed them as I pull you in tight to my face, your legs clamp me tight communicating that I am not done, that you want me to stay there longer. I could easily explode myself I am so energized and excited by this, but it is your time, your pleasure. What words can describe it, I lick from your sweet honey pot, I lap up your lusciousness, my juices mingle with yours in the most delectable taste sensation, like a unique Blizzard flavor available only to me, available year-round, and always as good as the first time. I drink it all in as long as you allow.

Finally, my cock longs to inhabit this place, your juicy, slick, velvety inviting pussy. I am as a hand working its way into a perfectly-fitting glove, enveloped by an atmosphere of warmth, softness, and comfort. And yet different, as along with the resting, the stillness, the depth of being within this heavenly haven of pleasure, the greater enjoyment still comes from the insertion and pulling out, and insertion again. Slowly almost out and then into the deepest possible penetration. We are one, eye to eye, chest to chest, mind to mind, desire to desire, body to body, and attached penis to vagina, cock to pussy. “It all feels good” is a common response as we query each other on what position, what movement, what speed feels best. “How can I please you?” I inquire, and hear responses such as “Just keep doing what you’re doing,” “Move over a little this way,” or “Hold me tight and push in deep.” I continue on in wonderful, blissful movements.

My pace quickens and then relaxes, my cock sometimes slowly and methodically enjoying every inch of slow pleasurable movement, and then alternatively aggressively entering and exiting, as a well-tuned piston of an engine causing her motor to purr powerfully. Again, slow and then again more quickly. I watch as the pleasure spreads across her face and her breath becomes passionate. “Yes, honey, yes, your pussy feels so wonderful around me. What do you yearn for most right now?” She replies, “Enjoy me for your contentment. Drink in my pleasure to the utmost. Then fill me with your love juices. Cum in me soon, my dearest.” And before long, I release.