Bondings.

A current draws me in,

Drowning my senses,

This first sight, sound and touch,

I am still to eyes wide open.

Looking through the glass,

I’ve seen the years of future and past,

Why is this experience so familiar…?

Your self disclosure is met with mine that’s why…

Like a quench to our longest thirst.

All significant meetings is given in simple tranquil pleasures.

You’ve come a long way to be completely acknowledged, don’t let it be a waste.

Create the unforgettable bonds.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


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Sensual Vibes.

If you’re like me, you wouldn’t settle for less of your worth or waste any investment in a created bond because like me you want it perfectly good. Sharing common interests, goals and spiritual intimacy, yes it’s important to pursuit all things in life and acknowledge the creation all around you. Sex talk is one of them, not like the rest but spoken in a innuendo language, a crafted tongue for the crude and politeful thoughts. Words purposely intoxicating; fulfilling better than wine. It’s invitation to the intellect serves a meal of great satisfaction to his or her mind set. Always think how it should be feed upon you like an adult, my love. If they can’t feed you, move on. Mature thoughts are to exercise with in-depth emotions…

Can’t expect a manchild to give you that growth and you can’t accept a women who gives the body without the mind, you’ll just end up with a game of never-ending insecurity and indecisiveness behavior. Body, mind and soul are one and grounded, beloved. Accomplish the sensual vibe naturally from this and you’ll believe it.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


Shallow.

A beautiful face will have a hard time with love. They’re sorted out for what is seen on the surface, chased for their exterior and people’s selfish purposes. I assure you it’s a dreadful feeling to be passed by those who walk on shallow waters. Inner beauty pleads for the one who can see futher than the superficial ideals of mankind. Inner beauty wants to be seen, acknowledged and sought after like madmen. Once you’ve seen this beauty it becomes your secret place, you don’t want to leave from it. Capturing every moment of true beauty in beloved’s eyes is a gift beyond measure.

Same rules apply of the opposite exterior. – Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


RelationChips

In a world filled with handheld devices, she is the one with her hand empty to receive. – Writer J

The questions that come to mind are several But there is one question that sticks my mind more than anything else. I find myself coming back to every time…

If relationships are made of organic chemicals and everything soulful why allow something in-between that is not?… For the sake of convenience?

People have sold to this illusion to these chip devices and feel it’s much easier to keep up friendships, love and family in the limitations of a cellphone. What happen to getting to know someone out of the boundaries of social media? Meeting someone face to face before a profile? 

You can go ahead and call me crazy but I love to know someone by them telling themselves with their own words. It’s has value and substance you can feel or remember. How bonds are deepen is the time spend together and memories hold more weight than some cellphone you’ll end up changing in a year. What I’m saying is that if you want a everlasting relationship make those sacrifices to keep away from the things that aren’t made up of you. Mixing them both will only cause grief and pain; You are a human being and your needs are meant in all things organically fashioned.

Trust me I am stubborn in my ways; I could be the last human on earth and I’ll still keep this with me. I’m no sellout to myself and I wouldn’t sell short to know someone or to be with, so I’ve left my hands open to receive.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

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⌋

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⌋