Captivated within a moment of his gaze,
enchanted by the touch of his lips,
seduced by the tone of his words and succumbed by the warmth of his body.
I am bare before him.
Naked of all disguises & lies.
I am no longer capable of retaining my thoughts and desires.
I am no longer capable of hiding my feelings.
I see him as he sees me, naked.
Yet even though I bare in mind that I am incapable of lies, I still try.
I see him from a far and close my eyes,
hoping that he will glide by me without me feeling his presence,
but no matter the distance, it felt as if we were naked within each others bliss.
No, I tried to repel these thoughts,
because I no longer wanted them to be, or did I …
Perhaps, I just wasn’t willing to admit to myself that I wanted to feel him once more.
That I miss his lust,
that I want his touch,
that I want to be seduced , that maybe I even wanted the deception.
It felt that way,
then my mind reminded me that his touch wasn’t real,
his gaze wasn’t great and the warmth of his body could easily be replaced.
I am unworthy of the deception and the infinite lies and that indescribable need for him, the desires would eventually subside.
iammetatron:
I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration that made lady sing the blues.
I am the spark that makes your idea bright,
the same spark that lights the dark
so that you can see your left from your right.
I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in your gun,
the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son.
The story that just begun, the promise of whats to come,
And I’mma remain a soldier, ‘til this war is won.
(via ohmydou)
Elizabeth Gilbert (via ohmydou)
(Source: erosum, via sociolab)
(Source: vespertinee, via ohmydou)
(via keekowilliams)
Mitch Albom (via keekowilliams)(Source: pinkbubblemonster, via keekowilliams)
stangefruitandwildthing:
Holi: Festival of colours
I’ve often said that vulnerability is a natural process of life. Being vulnerable reminds us that we are humane and being vulnerable is the only access to love. I know that I’ve said it, but these days people need emphasis on the realities of love & sex.
I don’t want to have to think or be pressured by the troubles and traumatisms of romance. Society made love & sex these taboo subjects, stereo typing and categorizing what it should be and what it should resemble too. Even pressuring people to define their relationships in the same way. I find that to be some what ridiculous because everyone has their own manner in displaying their affections to another. Who says that he has to bring me flowers and caress me this way ? Who says that we have to make love like this and that we have to touch each other like that ? Maybe I like things differently. A human connection and being a couple should be a learning process. To love is to learn and to learn is to discover. Within being with the one who is meant for you, you learn and discover, as a couple, that you have your own unique essence. Society, through films and novels have brain washed individuals into thinking that their romance must be portrayed in regards to a film and that prince charming ought to come on a white horse. Don’t misunderstand me, to each their own, everyone is entitled to their own preferences, but it’s nerve racking when you see that people expect a robot or expect their romance to be novel and follow a certain routine.They expect exactly the figments of their imagination. We live in reality.Who says that the love of your life won’t be completely different to what you imagined. Love and sex comes in all different forms, lengths, sizes, forms, cultures and skin tones. People, please open your minds and your eyes and just allow life to be. Stop expecting, over analysing ! Love, when it flows, it flows naturally. When it’s right you’ll know, just allow things to be. Love isn’t something that is meant to be planned, it’s unexpected and strikes in the most convenient moment. That’s just life’s funny way of mocking you. And sexually speaking, not every freaks the same way. Just because you saw a couple make love a certain way in a film, doesn’t mean that it goes down the same way in reality. Everyone has their own way of making love, whether it be soft or ruff … You’ll eventually discover that your way of love making will be perhaps different. Every body is a different instrument and when your making love, different rhythms move to it. Non of the less love making should feel authentic and meaningful not just bionic.
realisticallyoptimistic:
When you say you love me,
(‘cuz you say you do)
I am carried away by oxygenated blood that sighs out of your lungs
on the tail of endearing words.
My emotion empties into your left atrium,
and I invade your bicuspid.
When you say you love me,
(‘cuz you say you do)
I place my hand over…