I chose to love like this,
to throw caution to the wind
and be one with you.
To share the same lips,
the same heart ,
the same hands.
I chose to forever be by your side.
But the absolute best part is,
you chose the same thing.
Naked in handcuffs
Here I surrender
A soul of faith
Devotee of the pleasure arise
Un fathom trust our bond release.
Those are not handcuffs
But a way of expression
Of beauty and boldness and eternal blissfulness
Skylark Challenge #79
Your silence rang a bell in my head,
It was an invitation, although unsaid,
There was no more confusion,
By now I knew your love was a delusion,
My heart knew what you had done,
For your lust had just begun,
The invitation to bring my heart to the crypt,
A cold blooded murder;
A shattered soul and the heart hung ripped.
Love is a sensational feeling,
The overwhelming feeling of trust,
The scary fear of betrayal,
The complete and utter honeymoon period,
The laughs and giggles,
The sobs and cuddles,
The heart to hearts,
The open mouths,
The closed eyes,
The skin to skin,
The raw emotion,
The sensational feeling,
No matter how long it lasts,
Whilst its here,
I love it.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being ‘in love,’ which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, a...
Memories of You
Today I accidentally saw a picture of you on Facebook.
Oh! Your eyes, you looked so beautiful,
Your lips still feel so seductive,
Oh! You cheek, my heart melted.
Your fair skin,
Your long beautiful black-red hair.
It again burned down the rusted wirings in me.
The way your eyes looked from the photo,
Staring at me, reminded me of old times;
When you used to look at me that same way,
Every time you saw me in front of your eyes.
It wasn’t your lips that smiled,
Rather it was your eyes that smiled.
That always had the power to bring joy
To my sad and gloomy life;
You know, it still does.
The electric spark that I felt for you,
The spark that I never thought,
He peeled back
And tasted my mind
I let him indulge
And eat me
Like a ripe fruit
Left on his vine
You got occupied,,
In the chores of life..
A beautiful spouse,,
In A lovely house..
Responsibilities drifted you,,
Away from me..
I am happy for you..
But i want you to know,,
I am waiting for you there,,
You left me where..
Come back my Star,
To your neglected old Guitar...!!!
Let our desire be the fuel...
To burn this inviting night.
Clasp your fingers into mine...
Uniting the souls Divine.
Let's kiss away all the pain
As we become opposite of sane.
Heaven maybe be well above...
Let's create our own Paradise.
You won't be his first, his last, or his only. He's loved before, he will love again but, if he loves you now what else matters? He's not perfect and neither are you, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he makes you laugh, atleast once, causes you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes...
Hold on to him and give him all you've got. He's not going to quote poetry, he is not going to be thinking about you every moment. But he will give you a part of him, that he knows you can break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, don't expect too much from him.
Smile when he makes you happy,
Cry when he makes you sad,
Miss him when he's not there...
For the better or worse....
You stir the darkness within me;
You make me crave your body;
You make me your slave.
*she kneeled before him*
And I love being Dark for you.
Haga el amor, folle, coja, chingue
o como lo diga, pero siempre
con alguien que respeta tu cuerpo
y escucha cuando se les dice que no.
Alguien que no te presione para hacer algo
que no te sientas cómoda.
Con alguien que escucha.
Alguien que presta atención a qué tipo
de detalles te gusta y que no te gusta.
Alguien que no se necesita mucho tiempo
para aprender cómo conseguir tu orgasmo.
Con alguien que te hace sentir bella.
Alguien que puede besar sin tener
que preocuparse por el ancho de tu estómago
o la cantidad de bello que está por debajo de tu cintura,
alguien que te lleve a Venus por debajo de tu monte.
Con alguien que puede reír mientras lo hacen.
Alguien que sonríe cua...
Thoughts ... Moments in time ... Tender ...
Enchanted morning ...
Beauty is showing enough and saying enough to leave your love wanting just a little bit more.
And no quest for beauty is complete without the love for yourself.
Where’s my PASSION??
I’ve heard that ”you can get anything in the world if you’re really passionate about it.”
It confuses me. PASSIONATE. PASSION. Where’s my passion? What is my passion? I searched for this word and i got so many dictionary meanings. According to google searches PASSION is- “an uncontrollable emotion” or ” an extreme interest” or “a very powerful feeling” etc. etc.
It’s called being fond of it, a particular liking towards something, one thing that you could get up for any hour of the day.
After completing my desktop study of this word; my mind started popping questions towards me i.e. Does everyone found their PASSION? What is it say to us? or How should we behave wi...
It had turned into something more, after the first time, she could resist not asking for a second. Her man was gone and kids were at school. Her day she usually takes time to herself, cleaning up, and resetting the family life, but also not forgetting some personal pampering and TLC. She needed a little bit more, texting back and forth, talking about the first time and how much she loved it, the feeling came to where she wanted that again. Teasing him jokingly but not joking about it, she didn't know how he felt about what had happened. She knew he enjoyed it tho. They go out to lunch, Japanese food, but quickly turns into a to go order, they get back to her place, sitting in the couch as she...
Smoking in bed
While he delivers head
About time I enjoyed it right...
Could go on for years
Just the top of his head in sight
The noises he makes are divine..
All night held tight..
It's how it should be xxx
I can feel his hands on me
So sure and strong
Knowing exactly what he's doing
Taking everything he wants
And that alone...
It thrills me
He makes it hard to breathe
Impossible to speak
It doesn't matter
In this moment
He's everything I need
He moves from my torso to my waist
From my lips to my thighs
And for the first time in my life
The vulnerability doesn't petrify me
It's him and it's me
And this moment...
It's everything I need