Shattering The Hold

Intensity laced with lunacy... it's seductively subliminal.

Past hurt swept away by the look masquerading as deeply in love... it's not love.

It's danger.

And it easily has you... if you are not careful.

The fiery element of psychological warfare playing out in the depths of your mind.

Don't be deceived by the charm of the snakes, the force of the demanding ones

or by the egos of those where clever observation never occurs.

They will hurt you. Maybe not right away, but they will.

The scars of learning are deep, and never healing.

See it before it gets a hold of you.

On Feeling After Always

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It's an intense rush. Feeling pleasure only, the world falling away from under you. It's like being displaced to another dimension. One so exquisite you'd care to stay forever, but the sheer force of ecstasy threatens to exhaust you into annihilation if you dared. You ride the waves until they are only small ripples of pleasure.

After is the calm bliss. The aftermath of the beautiful storm. No tension, no anxiety. Just an easy space your body and your mind relaxes into. It's a place of peace and serenity. Clarity comes easy, and without the baggage of hectic. The engaged in the day-to-day mind is on hold, erased from your existence for a short time. You flourish in a liquid feel of comfort and ease. An intentional personal escape from reality.

Oh, to be in the After state of mind every minute of every day! Who wouldn't want to have an existence of pure bliss? Utterly at peace in your mind and in your being. What life interjects would no longer be an issue because your response is one of not being affected... by any of it. Your inner peace rules how life is perceived.

If there is a utopia, I imagine it would look and feel just like that.

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Trysts In Dreams

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I stir, aroused by the return of past fiery life episodes. The intensity of the morning awakening revives exquisite sensations and feelings, I'm in awe of the desire which returns me and deposits me back into my past.

The pull of his gaze, a finger tracing my mouth and drawing me closer to his lips. A soft, warm wetness, mine mixing with his. Each kiss, tender and fierce, hastens our breath. There's an urgency, a tension demanding release, but craving so much more before it comes.

Our hands brush across each other, clutching then releasing at the subtle moments. Sighs and moans escape our lips when the gentleness or coarseness reaches a threshold in our bodies. Arching our bodies, pressing closer, the bulge of desire wanting to be cupped. It all feels so quick, but in slow-motion at the same time. The haze of excitement moves us, our bodies following an unscripted dialogue, but knowing exactly what to say.

We explore with our eyes, and undress each other with our hands. Our clothing is our only barrier, so much is already understood - the hunger to taste each other, the desire bound tightly until the right moment it can escape, the secret carnal needs - all are free in this moment.

Our tongues speak the language of sensuality, experiencing color in what we taste. The room feels engulfed by us, our red-hot fluidity. We vibrate with the energy of our imminent coupling. Every cell in our being is aroused with anticipation, every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies in tune to receive what the other has to give.

Deliciousness and moans escape our lips as our limbs intertwine, feeling the smoothness of our skin as we embrace deeper into one another. Oh the strength as our muscles tighten around each other, neither leaving intensity behind. The excitement builds, and the urgency to satisfy rises up in us both. We are open and ready now. Our passion is strong, our desires need expression.

Our eyes meet each other hungrily, penetrating the depths of our beings. It sends us deeper into our own emotional hot bed inside, the tryst becomes more and more intense. The intuitive knowing what needs touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.

And then I wake up...

Deviant Bent

I don't know what you like.

You don't know what I like.

The head thinks it's normal,

society thinks it's wrong.

What you prefer feels good to you,

but exposing it is dangerous.

When you're absorbed in their unnatural,

it feels good.

Back to reality now,

back to bland.

What's right and what's wrong?

Your inner circle doesn't care.

But the outer structure is in control,

and you hide.

The Internet says it's ok.

My friends say it's ok.

I feel like it's ok... privately.

But the judgment is real.

We'll keep hiding in our world of normal.

Some of us.

Leave Me Weak

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You know what I'm talking about.

We've all wanted that passion.

The one which makes you forget about the previous moments, and wish your future would never arrive. Meaning comes from staying suspended in what feels like an eternal envelopment of being left breathless and out of control, but your body is on automatic. It's an intuitive knowing of what comes next.

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And feeling every bit of what is oh so right. You get there together. No instruction required. It's a deafening silence, the frenetic dance of passionate lovers.

Don't we all want to be left on the edge of what feels like our personal destruction, but yet blends us together in moments which seem to occupy a bigger space?

I do.