Tag: Dreams…

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Poetically loving me

Growth

Decaying love
Eating itself for growth
Like a rose out concrete
Always coming back from the impossible
Not looking for validation or affection
Just strength and the courage to love again
Living solid.
Loving me first before I every leverage my heart again
Auctioning my pain as art
Flipping my negatives to positive
Looking straight past my non sense
And embracing the silver lining
Caring with intent
Observant with purpose
Perplexing how the paradigm of the mind can be your own demise
Your decision
I chose forward
I chose me, myself,  and my seeds
The ability to grow while empty. 
I chose optimism and my own ignorance for bliss.
I chose self love as my happiness.

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Poetically loving me

My Fantasies

You want to know my fantasy
It’s deeper than me
Someone who prays with me then meditates with me and makes love to me . Knows my needs
Explores my body…
My all in one and I’m his everything
Like Wilson sees Ciara
Someone already looking at me and see their forever.
Someone ready to open up in every way
So honest with me even if I feel pain. 
Holding my front back and sides
Sexual desires then activate
When we’re one
My fancy thrives internally…

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love

Non Monogamous Relationships in Modern Day Love

I just watched a show where there’s a big increase in non monogamous relationships because the way love is being defined in modern day.

There is a gay and straight woman married but they have separate partners because they have different sexual preferences and desires.

Would you marry your best friend if you could?

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love lust

Triggered Mood…

Imagine being someone’s trigger word for pleasure instead of pain.
Left it all to imagination
Really keeping it on the sidelines
Never putting them in the game
Imagine the smile as I rise
Higher than nine
Reflecting, living in memory lane
What is it about you of all people that makes my mind do tricks
Won’t tell you how I feel but you already know. 
Convinced myself you’re not worth it as my heart hangs on
What kind of hold could have me struggling like this
Is it really love when it lusts like this…
You’re my trigger word as I revisit the way we make love.
Who kisses like this and don’t mean it
Who’s ready to fulfill my fantasies but not need me?
Who’s staying in the background like an app that won’t close. 
Got my whole mind loading slow.
How could you not think of me?
When your name is hitting harder than an epiphany, that’s just crazy. 
How we get here as lovers
Like we leave but come back together loving on each other like we missed the hell out of one another.
The kissing before and after
The love and affection
The jokes and the bullshit lies you tell
Keeping me out my feelings unintentionally but I’m always analyzing and paying attention.

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Poetically loving me

After the Break Up

As a woman you naturally get wrapped up in your man’s dreams, and lose sight of your own and who you are. You end up in a space where you mentally and physically have to start over. You have to figure out who you are.

Then as brave as you are… to turn around and love someone else again or the same person and they repeat the same pattern is pure abuse. Do not lose yourself trying to love him better. Make sure you keep your dreams on the table as well.

I know this happens to men too but I can only write from a woman’s prospective. This isn’t to bash any gender. This is a post make people think and be one with their partner and keep themselves too so relationship it self is built on a healthy foundation.

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Dreams...

Power of a Dream…

I levitated and demanded my power! I stood up
And fear abandoned my heart
I demanded power in an empty room and they came
I demanded power in an empty room and they came.
I wasn’t scared
The earth and wind was there
And I am fire
I stromed around for hours
I started off in an empty room
And made them feel my power
I told them who I am
I demanded to own myself
Don’t bother
I took the room
And fought too while standing in power!

To be continued..