Release

I saw before me. I saw you and I mending together. Strong and violent. It was that of a crime to not let you get yours in everyway. How I wanted to give into your demands. How kisses felt like before a storm, increasing to the climax of pleasurable destruction. To be loved on in every way, teared apart by your love. Hands so deep, bodies of heat with such perseverance as we endure the pressure of this bonding. Reaching for the places of desire. Fulfilling my purpose to your pleasure. Searching all the ways to have you from the inside out. Have me, want me, take me, let me be yours. Let the passion show how deep it can lead us. where the lost of sense cease to exist for only a moment. Sounds of sexual moans made between us. Revealing our naked love is all we ever wanted.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

 

To be or Not to be

When you’ve found that someone with so much potential. You can put your all into that someone but don’t expect it to go your way, my love. The person you adore in front of you will always have a choice to grow or not to grow in all ways. The vibe can always change between the two… One will always have free will to choose his or her path. With or without you.  For an example… When I was deeply in love for a long time, I grew in love. Love can change you, mold you into a sensuous individual you’ve never thought possible until your face to face with hot blooded passion. From where I was in, I only desired more. I’ve notice the depths of where it can take me. It open my mind to deep feelings that I’ve learn to describe and bring to the surface. Writings are meant to be the release, to share is the pleasure. After everything it came to the point the relationship fell flat. He couldn’t handle of what I’ve become and I wanted him to be my equal but you can force something that isn’t in them to begin with. He could no longer exchange his depths because he knew I was no longer his equal and not everyone can handle the depths. He could no longer feed me I thought, I was devastated. Sensual is all I wanted… And it happens to so many. Your so deep and endless… The only way to grow with such depths with another if he or she is the same. Deep and endless to grow in all possibilities should always be our passion, beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

 

Sensual Awakenings

Sensual being… How every inch of you should be melted by love, all of your senses dripping in pleasure. It gets the best of me, how much you want it. The one who will awaken your sensual sense who will make you chase after all things pleasurable in the name of love. Sensual markings last forever…. it’s the true purpose of sex. The way love drips from your hands and eyes can only tell me one thing… What you truly seek. To be awaken. Excitement coursing though our veins, losing the pace of breath between us by the closeness of our bodies. We’ve become one entity by the fillings of our deepest demands. The heat of our bodies burn for each other as our minds has succumb to this place. Sensual aggression will always be ours. So many boundaries to be broken as lovers do. Finding the depths of you will always be my desire, beloved.

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⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The Sensual Kings & Queens

He’s a warrior, destine to be king,

She’s a warrior, destine to be queen,

He clothes her with his hands,

Making her feel more of a women in his sight,

Her touch is his treasure,

Her presence makes him feel more of a man in her sight,

She is his equal, his queen

He is her equal, her king

First warriors of love, passion and sensual

Second of King and Queen, rulers of this domain.

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⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

poetic breakdown

Devotion is the potion – The cure is the devotion to love, for those that cannot contain. Though all existence of life

For what is love without the passion – What is fire without the flames? Fire is fueled by the source. Greater the flames, greater the fire…

Ancient love that last the test of time – For the beginnings of love are of old, all things have a beginning. The origins of love is true love…

For our longings will reach our hearts design – Our desires and longings makes our hearts. It skip beats… when you see with your heart. It will overwhelm you when you’ve reached what makes your heart change rhythm to what you love…

I am forever enslaved to my hearts design. It’s a blessing and a curse… -Writer J