Intimacy.

I’ve come to realization of the lacking of closeness we’ve become. I’ve noticed it when I’ve tried to be like everyone else. The sense of belonging is set because everyone is doing it. I feel I can no longer be consistent into selling the intimacy for convenience. Something that should be shared with love and care over conversations but we rather give it away to a electric entity; a place where all relationships of all types come to die. (Social media aka the cell phone…)

Because it’s just easier to keep intimate relations that way… 

It’s much better to show my life though a looking window…

I can’t express enough how my life cannot be captured into a profile and how others are satisfy to communicate this way.

The senses crave for so much more. It kills me. When have we lost the touch of presence?

You can’t truly know who I am by a photo or a status update or even my writings at times. The purpose for letting go, letting out thoughts into the universe is how I use it. It’s written down so anyone sense it and feel in common with it. I believe it’s far more intimate than a profile. There is warmth to any WordPress, a diary or just a personal letter than a profile will ever have.

The feelings of cold when it becomes just a status, photo with a caption, a profile or a place that people just look. From friends to just people that alone says a lot.  – Writer J


⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The Waiting Game.

What will it take to finally be face to face with your equal?…

Feeling the relief of searching no more.

Does your aching reaches far from just your heart and soul?…

Maybe you believe your aching can be felt by the one. Somehow.

A cruel game to one who doesn’t have the second player.

The drive of madness is often fueled by the waiting game. We’re ended with endless disappointments and painful ties.

We’re getting tired of the same repetitive outcome…

Is it needlessly to say, the needed expression to reconcile our undying and unprecedented feelings can be so close?

Even if it’s not the one?

Stirring the intellect of our well-being is enough. The exchange of the waiting game is of learning and growth regardless if you’re the one or not. If you’re ready to take on any let downs.

All is needed, a willing player.

Come. If you aren’t afraid to see how deep Love can be.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Pure.

Possession of masculine and feminine energy brings higher elevation of spirituality. Male and female both in relational energy within each other will bring forth unity. We all posses both of these energies more than the other in our ways. It’s the balance of energy which is taught though knowledge and analazation; The understanding of your opposition completes the forming of oneness. The body will always be the vessel of the soul. Take the time to look though it all for every part is a delegate peice; Complexity of the human soul is a masterpiece for those who seek and desire with good intentions. Take your time to admire each part. Don’t haste with ties, don’t rush….

Your beautiful soul is shared with another who posses just as much. Your equal love. Ready to give the body as a gift is the purest form of love, beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The other half [The series of questions] pt.2

These are the questions I ask you my other half…It’s a way of processing deep thought. It never seems to ease away from me.

I can feel you.

Is this how hearts from a far clash?

How it causes friction against the insides?

Beating furiously against our chest?

Is this the burning sensation we cannot escape?

Tell me your pleasures. I want to know them all. How does pleasure feel to you?

Your arousal so deeply interests me.

The way you see, taste, touch the world.

I wish to know them.

What is your substance?

What makes you feel so alive?

What makes your blood boil?

I want to know your heat. The endless parts of you. Show me.

I am bounded to you with every physical particle of my existence. My mind is far to gone into you to even consider boundaries. 

What for?

So I ask for you, beloved with the persistence of your Love.

Break every fucking wall I’ve put up.

It’s the process of breaking into me is the ways of my heart.

Don’t hesitate to take what’s yours.

For I am the other half.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

-The Ecstasy of the lovers mind-

Violent eruption causes the collision.

True love is the attraction.

The holding of air is the pleasure.

For every moment is captured,

Between lips and tongue.

Gasping and moaning of two souls mending.

Becoming one entity with body and mind.

Ripping and mending again and again.

This is the ecstasy of the lovers mind.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” – Judy Garland

The sensual writer

​Burning heart, she is devoured by words.

Passionate meditation while she dance with words.

Her mind is in love with words…

Words of this expression brings forth her inner being.

The exchange of communication of the sensual word is her passion.

She repeatedly makes love with words…

Revealing the unknown depths of her heart to another with words.

She is the sensual writer.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

My Love rituals 

Dawn on me,
Show a love of never fading.
Crystal lips piercings like fire lips.
A kiss of purity forms our unity.
Mending love into one.
Escapes your being into me
As I am to you, beloved.

– Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Marked love

Dare me to say yes.

Dare me to give into your demands.

Dare me for the rush

Dare me to push further…

Dare me to love

but I must warn you

There is no turning back

from this place, I belong to you.

For you have marked me for your pleasures.

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“Allow the pleasure to feed from the anticipation, beloved.” – Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Poetic Breakdown [part 2]

The most sensuous – The empath [sexually awaken], he or she having the ability to understand all things sensual with overwhelming attributes that can be felt spilling into the physical.

comprehend the intimate language – to the deepest level of comprehension,intimate language is the response of an empath.

exchanged with more than wordsIt’s neither spoken nor seen but felt by his or her presence. A bonding formed more than just words can ever say, simply intimacy in it’s purest form.

as seen in lovers eyes Desiring of want, far more than all things physical. Forever will be the windows of the soul. Love can be seen overflowing though lovers eyes.

lanced with sexual intentionsA feeling of piercing though. Unsettling feelings of sexual intentions can be over powering for the most sensuous. Ready to receive and give….

so scaredWhat are those connections that keep this bond so close? is it the connections of the past, future or present? What do you keep so scared to your heart that another will find the same that is so scared too? These things can’t be explained for each of us have a different path in life. Finding the one who searches the same desires, is truly that sacred place.

so closeAlways felt so close to the heart, mind, body, soul and let it be felt that way always…

yet distance manifest desire – Distance will always be the trigger, creating far more expectation and increase of tensions between lovers.

Bonding closer than skin – Those who favor distance have tasted true desire. The experience of distance can reveal the true tensions of closeness. Acknowledgment of existence from your desired one is truly a sexual turn on. A bonding deeper than skin.

undressing the mind – Giving the presence of intoxication by all things of love. It will leave the mind naked to receive and give.

Tracing love with caress – If it’s the body, mind or soul it’s most definitely given with all kinds of caressing, even the most exotic ones…

restless to express – Never to stop and never to ease from expression. Sexual, Sensual, Sex. Always feeling your lovers wants and desires should always be so restless to be understood and expressed in all ways.

Embracing true love , Like the most sensuous

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋