Spiritual Intimacy.

Have you ever heard the term soul tie…?

The expression of tying the knot isn’t far from what it truly means. Soul tying is the action of tying the knot, Two different strings coming together to form a tight bonding of one and nothing will ever be able to separate them ever again. Once you’ve had sex with someone you’ll know you’ve engaged and you’ll never forget it as long as you live. So many people place it at the back burner and think it can go away just by moving on to the next person. I truly mean it what I say we all carry baggage. Sounds familiar right?… it’s more common than you think because we’re habitual in nature seeking pleasurable gifts from marriage without saying I do, thus creating the illusion of today’s modern love. 

After a break up the hardest thing for anyone is to be cut off completely from intimacy. We usually get distorted with fear of being alone and the mind begins it’s own game of trickery, I call it withdraws…

There are those who will try to grab anything superficial to keep the body satisfy but they’re quick to forget the soul has needs too creating more damage. The spiritual journey of the soul cannot be filled with superficial replacements.

My experience of the withdraws comes from years of tie bonding love with someone to going cold completely after. Soul ties are there forever and the body has perfect memory of pleasurable satisfacation, ripping you apart like an heroin addict quiting the next day going cold. If the love you shared took you to greater heights like mine, you’ll know the aching heart gives no fu*ks about mercy and no I did not rebound to anything afterwards, I took a year worth of withdraws. The worth of such a relationship is worthy of it for I did love like mad. I can’t do what others do so easily.

It’s the gamble of great spiritual intimacy. The place we know what love can do to us. Teaching us how  True love is utterly madness.

The word to describe it is petrifying that’s how you’ll know you’ve come face to face with it and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Think of all the people you’ve had sexual relations with….Exactly, even the ones you regretted the most or still engaging with. Now I don’t want to bring out the worst memories of past relationships or spoil the good intentions of having one. I believe in having the right one in anyone’s life. The one who will bring out the desires for life, knowledge and spiritual growth to the fullest of your trueself. Yes my love walking in deep faith gives wisdom, keep this in high regard beloved. 

You should never settle for less and wait with patience when the time is right. Wait til that petrifying love finds you, you wouldn’t want to play yourself when the time comes. The hardest thing on the planet. I know because I am this way, I got my mistakes, trust me I’m not perfect but I am aware of the long term damage. Sex isn’t a game to fool around with… your physical and spiritual intimate needs must be meant right especially when you love another human being with the same needs as much as you. Yes, think about their deepest needs too for Love is not one sided. You’re creating a knot even if you think it’s just sex or not, your inner self won’t take it lightly good or bad. There is no such thing as casual sex…it’s a lie, maybe in your mind you can tell yourself its okay but your subconscious will return to remind you now or later who you are. Sex in this post modernism world has destroyed it. My generation can’t resurrect the value of sex anymore because of the overly saturated meaningless fu*king in our culture.

subduing and powerful connection of oneness, seen as a ritual in all walks of life and if not the highest forms of bonding in love. I continue to hold it as such even if I am the last.

Equal in the pursuit of knowledge, wisdom and all things of spirit and I wish you the same my dear reader. 

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Nomad.

I’ve seen and been there and you’ve never believed me if I told you. I’ve lived in the center of the world to the far areas of the land where no one is found. Familiar voices and faces of past blends with present greetings. The moment I’ve felt like I’ve met you before. It’s deep and fascinating to know where you come from. Most likely we’re carrying traits rooted to our growing years. A place where we have been before. People we’ve met and spoke to but never kept. Sharing common grounds of past and present is our only interest. The future hold so dearly to a wondrous life and time is the only essence of this life. The nomad had many homes, many friends and family. Never to settle in one place; Seeking the center of the world to it’s ends. Experiencing this life like a nomad is what we cannot help doing. This life choose us, calls from the wild of our indigenous ancestors. The blood of the nomad flows free in our veins.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

What I cannot attached too is the reason for who I am. I am this, I seek more than the ordinary. – Writer J

 

 

flame.

Exposition of wrist and neck,

Much more for what love can make,

Dangerous ties are made to wreak,

Not for the weak and fake-hearted,

Sensual brutality of body and mind.

Come my beloved, watch the flames spill and bind,

Like no other can tame and find.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


Aura.

Leakage from the sides, spilling from your eyes it’s the energy you posses. Captivating to those who sense the most powerful emotion. Love. Yes… never without lacking. A consist whirlwind of emotions. Rooted to your core; the sight of bright light is the truth of your nature. The craving for response over takes the heart. It’s your center the most appealing and filled with all of you. The real you underneath your skin. The loving and boldness of your aura has the stronghold of a thousand suns, beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


The itch.

What is your secret?… 

How do you keep your composure?…

Mouths shut, hearts bleeding unnoticed.

Your inverted tears cannot hide.

But the eyes are the only ones exposed.

The direction of body movements gives it away.

You’ve swallowed your terror.

Ate that fucker alive…

Nobody will understand how it feels to kill a itch 

Nothing is more attractive than to see you try. 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Naked souls.

Unfiltered, Unapologetic words…

The wind blows where ever it goes.

It’s how words can be, if I were to let it go.

‘Don’t think, just say it’  said so many times in my mind.

If words unclothed your soul, so be it.

More than naked bodies, we are naked souls.

I won’t stop to say the things that make you quiver.

Bursting though like a river, soon to make a flood with our bodies…

I won’t stop until we’ve reached the deepest.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Reaching mental pleasure is the true pleasures of the human soul. -Writer J

 

Soulmates.

Old fashion hearts seams together,

Melting towards it’s edges.

vibrant colors mixture of violence.

Magnificence never withers

For true love is not by chance.

Made with their purpose.

Oh so everlasting…

of same conscious balance,

Yearns heavenly connections.

Tainted sultry obsessions,

is the mind of the soulmates.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

 

Core.

Making it last longer than the rest.

Testing all things within me, challenging all limitations.

I am here.

Not for the weak or the shallow kind.

I am more than what you’ll find.

Don’t be surprised if I challenge your mind.

Push you back to only ask for more.

Unlock inner thoughts,

Teasing the inner core,

Pushing me back with your mindfucks,

Got me going so hardcore.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Ruthless.

Gasping the cold air from inner heat,

Release.

Throbbing hearts thrusting against the flood,

Release.

Politely filthy thoughts,

Release…

 The unapologetic, unadulterated, undertaking

Ruthless love.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The demisexual.

Talk harder, touch with laughter for this is the mental stimulation of a lifetime.

It’s the spillage of minds, I’ve caught myself inside of you.

Got me all fucked up with the henny baby.

You already know it’s the only way I can spill from a poker face.

Bittersweet liqur in the air, leavin’ a sweet tongue taste.

Don’t mind me, I got bad habits of pushing it.

Mental penetration of a demisexual.

Testing the limits of  boundaries, my inner walls that is.

Smile, laugh, don’t resist.

Emotional rise between us. This atmosphere is only bringing it closer.

The glimpse of auras intertwining in this place.

“Speak words louder than tongue throat kisses.”

Don’t mind me, I got a bad habit repeating love words over and over again…

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋