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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Purple.

Pouring crimson emotions; Hot and thick over twilight concoctions.

The first touch burst vivid into one.

A new creation of pleasure,

Leaks to the ends of the bed,

Where hungry souls are fed,

This dark and rich color emerges to be devoured between legs.

Red & blue makes purple sex.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

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⌋


Tasteful.

In the space between us, allow it to grow stronger. Give room to the chemical imbalance of this tension. A quick haste of passion. Let the urge overwhelm. Watch us contain the burning without a physical touch til’ it drips from the finger tips. Let it burn to no return….

Finally giving taste, pleasure is dripping down your hands. Beloved. 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

From start to finish. Fingers should be wrapped with tongue.  – Writer J



Exposed.

No longer to be hidden from neither.

Dangerous ties made in this place.

Laying down closer to love’s fever.

Ready for high elevation of the keeper.

Now say it…

Take it in, breath it in, taste it all around your tongue.

The concoction of words & moans.

Here… we are exposed.

Ruling over a thousand thrones.

Beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

 

Frequency.

Beating, harder and faster

Bonding of future relations,

Pacing vibrations of it’s master

Of all origins calling my name.

I’ve gone fuckin’ insane.

What is this?… ///The Sounds of domination.

Perfection running though it’s veins.

Pulsing fingertips aching for it’s invisible touch?… ////Ugh.

No.It’s breaking free from physical chains…

Pulling and strumming the strings

of higher frequency of love and sex.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

 

 

 

Confessions pt.2

Remembering how close I was to throw everything away that came between us. Nothing more than to be with you. I hope you read this someday just to tell you what you’ve meant to me. How drunk I was to the first taste of your love. Givings of a strong reponse to your physically and mental demands was my satisfaction. I wanted to give you everything I had and the world in it.

I am the madness in our love. A toxic mixture of obsession and lust. I am guilty of wanting more of you than I. Feeling less of me and more of you. Losing myself into your love was my purpose of breath. The first touch deflowered my heart and soul. Rushing pace; my heart couldn’t keep up. We both felt this way and I loved it. You feeling the same way I felt about you. I remembered and I won’t forget what you’ve done to me. My love.

I cannot love again like I loved you.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Keys & Locks.

A few drinks has spilled tender conversations

You already know the turn out from sensual concentration.

Arousal locks; swelling hearts.

The keys to unlocked thoughts is given from the third shot.

Playful tauntings is a game of keys & locks.

Open yourself to me.” Precisely spoken though another.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Never underestimate of one and the same. They love to challenge their own boundaries within each other.

– Writer J

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

 

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⌋