PNW Erotica's Sgt Dominus writes poetry about
He believed that she was a true daughter of the gods n goddesses, that her perfect raw beauty could have only been created by the Mother Goddess herself, made in her image. That is how he saw her, and that is how he loved and adored her. Since her pregnancy 17 months ago and giving birth to their beautiful son 5 months ago the goddess had only made her even more beautiful and captivating by 10 fold.
She is his queen and always would be in his eyes. Since they found each other as soul mates are destined to, he had only fallen deeper in love with her beauty as he saw her go from maiden to mother on her path to beautiful Crone. Though sometimes she didn't feel as strongly about it, he only hoped she knew that he adored her beauty from head to toe. Where she saw scars he saw the signature mark of a woman who truly lived, the signature of a woman bless with motherhood by the heavens. They were of her and to him they only accentuated her glorious beauty.
And were she saw unattractive stretch marks, he saw the woman's body's way of telling the story of a woman who carried a life inside of her bringing more beauty into the world, he adored those stretch marks. Where she saw weight gain and fat from her c***d birthing, he saw gorgeous new curves and more of her warm, milky soft flesh to experience and fall in love with, brought about by the creation of life, brought forth by love and passion of two soulmates, the powerful result of completing each other.
And where she felt self conscious about her body hair growing back, he became more grateful. For he absolutely cherished the blessing of seeing his woman in her natural true state. As was created by nature and the mother who created her. To him a woman’s natural body hair was unique to each woman, it distinguished their beauty from the rest. It was part of them and so to him must be cherished and admired, it added to her own individual perfection, it's their own distinct patterns and textures as it grows on her legs, vagina, around their anus, in between & on her buttocks, her armpits. To him their was no greater beauty than a woman and mother in her natural state, raw, unfiltered, pure, as intended by nature herself. It set his soul ablaze with hunger and desire, unquenchable love and molten lust.
Where she saw streaks of grey in her hair, he saw the beauty of a woman's body beautifully expressing her experience and wisdom to her lover in the form of valuable silver. It was her, yet another signature unique to her individual beauty only.
Every fiber of his being ached to experience and make love to every detail of anything that was of her. Her touch, her natural scents, her sweat, every, mole, scar, pimple, hair, nook and cranny. For him, to worship & adore her body and her beauty was his utopia. His own taste of heaven.
A letter I wrote to my wife a few months ago.
~ Sgt Dominus
She is his queen and always would be in his eyes. Since they found each other as soul mates are destined to, he had only fallen deeper in love with her beauty as he saw her go from maiden to mother on her path to beautiful Crone. Though sometimes she didn't feel as strongly about it, he only hoped she knew that he adored her beauty from head to toe. Where she saw scars he saw the signature mark of a woman who truly lived, the signature of a woman bless with motherhood by the heavens. They were of her and to him they only accentuated her glorious beauty.
And were she saw unattractive stretch marks, he saw the woman's body's way of telling the story of a woman who carried a life inside of her bringing more beauty into the world, he adored those stretch marks. Where she saw weight gain and fat from her c***d birthing, he saw gorgeous new curves and more of her warm, milky soft flesh to experience and fall in love with, brought about by the creation of life, brought forth by love and passion of two soulmates, the powerful result of completing each other.
And where she felt self conscious about her body hair growing back, he became more grateful. For he absolutely cherished the blessing of seeing his woman in her natural true state. As was created by nature and the mother who created her. To him a woman’s natural body hair was unique to each woman, it distinguished their beauty from the rest. It was part of them and so to him must be cherished and admired, it added to her own individual perfection, it's their own distinct patterns and textures as it grows on her legs, vagina, around their anus, in between & on her buttocks, her armpits. To him their was no greater beauty than a woman and mother in her natural state, raw, unfiltered, pure, as intended by nature herself. It set his soul ablaze with hunger and desire, unquenchable love and molten lust.
Where she saw streaks of grey in her hair, he saw the beauty of a woman's body beautifully expressing her experience and wisdom to her lover in the form of valuable silver. It was her, yet another signature unique to her individual beauty only.
Every fiber of his being ached to experience and make love to every detail of anything that was of her. Her touch, her natural scents, her sweat, every, mole, scar, pimple, hair, nook and cranny. For him, to worship & adore her body and her beauty was his utopia. His own taste of heaven.
A letter I wrote to my wife a few months ago.
~ Sgt Dominus
4年前
