Be Loud!

Don't EVER let anyone tell you to live your life quietly.

  

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Cure For Our Journey

The prescription for life is simply love.

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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...

Intrinsic Victory

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"It's not success just because I've met others expectations. I've achieved it because 

what I understood about myself 

to be true was realized."

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The Competition Is Over

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When I look in the mirror now, I see the beauty within and on the surface of the creation which was initially out of my hands.

It wasn't always that way.

"You're so fat."
"Can't you be smarter?"
"Just stop, I'll do it. You're doing it wrong!"
"You're not good enough!"
"Why can't you do better?"
"Only angry people are crazy!"
"No one will want to date you."
"You're so stupid!"
"Can't you do anything right?"

The words were repeated often enough and fell easily into my psyche, stuck there for a long time.

I never realized when I was younger it was a sick and twisted game initiated by someone who was supposed to just love me. I didn't know how to maneuver a win against someone I looked up to. The person who made me feel low and afraid to achieve had an agenda which my tender years didn't understand. I was competition, and it elevated her every time any one of those statements were uttered. She, being the winner every time. Me, the loser.

Or so I thought.

Today I'm filled with confidence in my being, a fierce determination to exist exactly the way I want to be, have an appreciation for myself which was non-existent before, and hold the strong position that I am just right. My body image was extremely poor and to this day I don't think I see what others do, but I'm probably three-quarters of the way there to loving my body exactly as it is.

I don't need to compete with the ghost anymore. Who I am and how I look was already winning.

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.

Good Shit Happens Too

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The goal is having better things in life happen more often than a need for a distraction from the crap life will inevitably hand me from time to time.
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