Pulse

This is passion.
This is desire.
This is love.
I pull You towards me with an ache that throbs
so deeply inside me it is tearing me apart
with the intensity of the hunger.
You kiss me.
Pulling my wrists above my head.
Pressing me down into the silk sheets.
Throbbing as hard as the pulse of my heart.
Clasping the back of my neck as my hands free.
Drawning my body upwards to Yours.
Arching Your spine as I slowly draw my fingertips
downward, feeling each vertebrae as I connect with
Your flesh with just a hint of nail.
My lips ardently pressed against Your chest with
kisses trailing across as You tangle my hair in
Your fingers with moans of ecstasy tumbling from
Your mouth.
Nerves tangled like the bedsheets as I raise my legs and
circle Your body, slowly, gently, with toes playing like
fingertips in a concerto of ardour.
I spell the letters of Your name in kisses across Your
flesh, in Morse code with my fingertips while my
legs encircle You and run against Your skin as if
I am reading braille.
A masterpiece of Worship through communion, through
conjoined pleasure, through thrusts that fill me inside
and let me know we are one.
Unabandoned.
Unashamed.
Unbridled.
Brilliant as the light of the sun, explosive as a supernova
rocking the Heavens. Screams shattering the silence
that reverberate pleasure. A rupture like lava spilling out
of a volcano as waves crash upon the shore.
Hard.
Engulfing.
Rapturous.
And as we lay in the aftermath of stillness,
I feel,
Your pulse thrumming through me.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2015

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Musing on You and Gilded Sighs

The architecture of Your body,
Your bones,
Your marrow,
Your blood,
All sculpted by God.
Is it tiring to be so Divine?

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Symphony

Seated at Your feet, rapt
with attention as You read
words of love from another
time sealed in a leather bound
tome, I become overcome with
the pulsating need to feel Your
arms wrapped around me, Your
lips upon mine. I pull myself
into Your lap ~ slowly ~ locking
my eyes on Yours as the flood
of awareness overtakes You and
You succumb to my passion.
Straddled on Your lap, I entangle
my fingers with Yours and press
my lips ardently to Yours. The
gentle sway of my hips betrays
my desperate need to become
one with You. I run my hands
along Your chest as You tangle
Your fingers in my hair. Kisses
of want. Kisses of longing. Kisses
of need. Kisses suffused with
the fragrance of released
inhibitions ~ as we become
one through Divine communion
and crescendo to the release
of a symphony of ecstasy.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Sunshine

I have stopped being sorry for my fragile,
for my soft, for my gentle. No longer will
I apologise for telling You I miss You, or
because I need to tell You. I will no longer
close myself off or bottle things up, I will
tell You upfront what is bothering me
because I can’t expect You to read my
mind or my innuendos or always know
instinctually what is wrong. I don’t want
You to think I am cold or indifferent or
noncommunicative. I want to be completely
honest, I want to be able to tell You at 3AM
that I love You, that I am overwhelmed with
feelings for You, that I am drowning in a sea
of passion at the thought of Your touch. I would
rather You know it than have it bottled up
inside and trying to fumble with the words to
tell You hours later. And if I am overwhelmed by
those same feelings at 5AM, I am going to tell You
that too. I don’t want to be patient about those things.
I don’t want to be patient to tell You how happy You
make me, how overwhelmed with desire I become,
how I think about You and my whole body reacts.
And I think You want to know that too. So that is
how it is going to be from now on. If I wake up in
the middle of the night aching for Your touch
with fumbling fingers and waves hitting the shore
so hard cliffs fall into the sea You are going to know
about it. And at the crack of dawn too. No more
pretending from me. Not anymore. Not ever.
I’m standing in the kitchen overwhelmed with
feelings for You making coffee in the morning
with shallow rapid breaths and thoughts of
You spilling through my mind like sunshine
through the window. You’re going to hear about it.
And right now, here, with a china dish of
raspberries in front of me, here, I want to kiss You.
Right now, right here. I want You so badly I can
feel thunderclouds, lightning hitting and rain
pouring down it is crashing against the hard
ground in massive contracting waves. But the
sunshine is pouring through the window and
playing on my skin and all I can think after the
rapid crashes is take my hands, stroke my
fingers, pull me into You. Kiss my mouth.
I am all Yours.

~ © Valentyna Holloway

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Heaven Sent

Moonlight falling, stars, constellations shining through the
lace leaving shadow dotted patterns on my skin.
Sleepless as the Summer breeze flows through the window.
Longing more than ever to reach out to You,
to feel You against me, to wake You ~ roused with intent.
Pulling poetry out of my soul like pulling flowers
from a garden, untangling knots of ecstasy
from longing for Your fingers to slide along my skin.

I close my eyes, dreaming of waking You.

Reaching out, sliding the palm of my hand along Your chest,
upwards, then letting my fingers stray downward.
Feeling You move and an involuntary moan slipping
from Your lips as I straddle You and let my hair cascade
where my hands have left a trail.
Pulling myself upwards to kiss You with burning Holy lips
while I move slowly and deliberately against You. Circular
motion with my hips while my hands play against Your
skin in a rhapsody of love.

Unbridled passionate worship. Hands, hair, fingers, lips
in a passionate symphony of desire, soft and gentle
like petals blowing in the wind, then thunderous strokes,
like lightning striking, violent motion without losing grace or
causing anything but extreme pleasure. Like holding hands
and walking into an inferno together, devastation we love
every moment of.

I take the beautiful inside me and translate it into motion.
Movements of love, movements of sensual release of electricity
along Your skin, movements of climactic crescendo. Increased
in fervour as You breathlessly whisper my name in a litany.
My own pleasure increased by Your hands, tangled in my hair,
stroking across my neck, making me feel both fragile and
powerful simultaneously.

Suddenly You push me to the side, I gasp as You growl that
it isn’t about what I want, You are the one still in control and
I will surrender under Your touch. Worship like a blessing,
as I writhe and try to regain control of my spiraling
out of control senses with no avail. Wildfire blazing
and I surrender to the flame of Your lips,
feeling Your weight on me as I moan in delight.

You pin me down against the sheets,
hold my wrists, kiss me with a passion that causes a burn
deeper and hotter than explosions that created worlds,
followed by flipping me onto my stomach in a smooth motion
and a trail of kisses that left a blaze up and down my spine.
And then You whisper, ‘I am Heaven sent, don’t dare forget it.’

~ © Valentyna Holloway

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Breathless

Moonlight streaming through the curtains
tangling with lace slowly
spreading shadowy patterns across my skin

Evening. Mellifluous. Yours.

Wandering syllables rolling off my tongue
like the notes of a hymn as I reach to slowly
to pull Your body into me.

Sensuous, Smooth, Frisson.

Passion spilling on the sheets, a tangle of limbs
and kisses, unbroken gazes and deliberate
movements, unhurried trailing fingertips.

Prelude, Symphony, Crescendo.

Increased tempo, carnal desires, words
spilling in litany until the only thing I
can form in breathless voice is Your name.

Devotion. Worship. Absolution.

Yours. Yours. Yours.

~ © Valentyna Holloway

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Salvation

You kiss me and it feels like
billions of sunbeams shooting
through my body. Like there is
a choked up supernova welling
inside both of us that even the
Heavens wonder if there are enough
stars in the sky to sustain the cosmic
blast of our stardust collision.
I put my head against You and I let
go of all of the pent-up heartache inside
of me from years of feeling inadequate
and unworthy and I embrace all of the
ways You show me You love me. I finally
feel inner peace, there is no need for an
ocean of tears anymore, the seas have all
of the saltwater they need to sustain them
and the Divine absolution I feel in Your
presence makes me calm and yet filled
with an overwhelming joy at the same time.
I can feel Your caress even when I was
thousands of miles away, I knew I could
finally breathe. I knew I could finally say
‘I don’t have to fold myself anymore, no
more sealing myself away. I know You love
me even with all of these storms inside me.
You tamed the clawing wild beast. You
stopped the hurricane. And I love You
with an intensity I never thought
possible. So soft, so strong, yet so gentle.’

~ © Valentyna Holloway

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2015