Mystery Of Romance

Everybody has something to say about romance. Some may want it to be cynical, meaningful, sad, cute or even funny it does not matter because it is a matter of interpretations.

Romance is all around us and it is the passion we feel a need to share the time with someone and naturally leave the excitement to bring about a relationship.

Once the feelings one has for another are reciprocated, the intensity is inflamed for physical pleasure. The touch, smell, caresses and the encasing of two human bodies will send the high-octane passion till kingdom come.

Even romance is believed to be a fantasized love that can never bring lasting satisfaction yet it is the fuel of passion that keeps an enduring relationship vibrant.

A romantic getaway for the weekend just for two is a genuine desire wanting to be left alone to enjoy each other company. The beauty is in the whispers of sweet nothing when the utterance of pleasure has found its way into the ears.

In the lighter veins of romance, this is what whispering sweet nothing is about.



My love is written with my own blood so you know it comes straight from my heart. (Sounds a little eerie but music to the ears).


Every night I talk to the stars pretending it is you who is so far away and now I have you in my arms. (A romantic wacko who cannot estimate distance).


I cry the time that you almost left for another and my soul almost dies for you. (Then, how the heck you are still around?).


Even my last teardrop falls I will still stand tall. (This one sucks).


My eyes cry for you, my empty arms reach out for you. (If romance is going to be so difficult, it is better to be a monk and nun).


Some Day You'll Cry For Me Like I Cried For You,

Some Day You'll Miss Me Like I Missed You,

Some Day You'll Need Me Like I Needed You,

Some Day You'll Love Me But I Won't Love You


(Please write to me if you can understand this four-lined verse of whispering sweet nothing).



Now jokes aside and let us look into the seriousness of romance that we will inevitable stumble upon in our lives.

Romance is passionate, emotional and dramatic. The rare moment comes when the tender touch of her silky skin to his, she smiles and closes her eyes. Her soft whimpers escapes lustily as he guides her hip closer to him.

He unleashes her desire as his lips read hers across her pout lips and back. Like the threshold of an unbridled sex odyssey to come, the incredible romantic moment is pulsating to life.

Her clean and sweet smelling hair laces with her enchanting breath is escaping from her mouth as their tongues probing deep between each other’s lips as their bodies pressed together.

When such tender moment prevails even time will not forget.

The beach and moonlight have the bewitching power to seduce the mood for romance with the magical promises that she does not have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince.

The magic reflection of the moonlight on her skin and the way her hair flounce in the breeze will induce the unmistakable caresses from his fingers to entwine between the rich strands of her hair.

As his hand slides under her hair to caress the back of her neck, the moonlight gleams on her pale skin revealing her willowy body encased with her taut and tender skin.

As the pale moonlight left everything to a shade of grey, yet he could clearly see her cheeks and chest are flushed. Her skin gleams with sweat, and her eyes glitter as brightly as the small stones in her ear studs. He takes her in his arms, and kisses her to the melody of time that seems lost in the wilderness of romance.

The scent of her skin is delightful, and he basks in it as his hands move to pull the towel wraps around her and begins to raise it slowly.

Glancing up he sees her eyes close and her head slips back. He traces his tongue in a long, slow circle over her skin, around her areola, before softly running the tip over sending ecstasy to fill the lonely room.

Giggling, and with a mischievous grin on her face, he places his legs around her waist, his hand in her hair, and she closes her eyes in delight.

Their tongues swirl all over in a cruel fashion as they lay in each other’s embrace, kissing softly and stroking each other’s skin.

When the moaning and shaking are over, they lay there for a while, still connected, before quietly moving under the covers. They drift off for slumber, tight in each other’s arms because they have set their souls free to be with love they have for each other.

Romance Touches The Heart, And It Brings Laughter And Tears Along The Way.