Pleasure:

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! The Joints of thy

thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Thy naval is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor.  Thy belly is like a heap of wheat

set about with lilies.

Thy two beast are like two young rows that are twins.

Thy neck is a tower of ivory.  Thine eyes like the fish pools on Heshbon by the gate of

Bathrabbim.

Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel and the hair of thine head like purple, the king is held

in the galleries.

How fair and how pleasant art thou O love for delights!

This thy stature is like a palm tree and thy breast to clusters of grapes.

I said I will go up to the palm tree.  I will take hold of the boughs thereof.  Now also thy

breast shall be as

new clusters of the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples and the rough of thy mouth

like the best wine

for my beloved that goeth down sweetly causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

Song Of Solomon 7: 1-9

 

Beauty and Intoxication:

Sex, male and female and sexual relationships as God

designed them to be are beautifully, pleasurably intoxicating!

One of the greatest pleasures I have in life is being comforted by the

warmth and heat of my loves flesh as I caress, press and message his aches and

pains. His warmth let's me know he's alive and I love him more because he is

with me.

His back often aches but under my press I know he is strong.  When his

muscles resist I feel his strength and I love him more.  

As they give way I know he trust me and I love him more.  

In the beginning his feet were solid.  They had no give, now they're

pliable from the love I've given them. I know they will reimburse me.  

 

His laughter stirs my soul.  I'm reminded of life's goodness.  It settles me. 

When his creative juices are flowing mine are enriched, we are good together.  We

are music.

His arms are strong.  His embrace my sedative.  Many a night he holds me to sleep.

On those nights I sleep deep.  Not to mention the times when time stood still.  

We were as one in another place with God the Father.  

What ever I need, his is.  When ever I need, he is.   

So Intoxicating is my Love and my love for him.  He is the Love Of My Life.

Thank you Lord for HIM.

Diane Jones

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