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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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…
On my down days
When I’m feeling down…
It bothers me
Especially when. Yesterday was great and the day before. Then I realize there was on affection and intimacy in those moments. Majority of my life I believe out of habit I’ve craved to be loved everyday by whom I choose. Not who chooses me. When its not my way. I feel down and I have to check myself. I have to pull myself out of that bad habit that the one you love isn’t the one who’s going to rescue me from my temporary misery. So I pull myself together little by little. I move back into my routine and sooner or later im able to smooth myself out and get back to normal. Today is a good day! I managed to fool myself into the thought that love will rescue me. Only I can rescue me!
Truth is…
I could never leave
But I will let you live
A whole lifetime without me
Lost at your own discretion
Never to mention
The energy, I’m gifted
Never alone sweetheart
This is my preference.
I am sitting on genius
I don’t have time to listen
Ignorance is a bliss
So I choose my intelligence
Becoming…
Passionate kisses
Formulates this compassion I been missing
Kind of healing
With some amnesia
I start forgetting all my problems and everything that stresses me
Like your lips are my holy place
And I can feel in every kiss
You’re blessing me
Rising more than my high to climax
I feel you
Kissing and licking around my lips slowly
Opening your eyes to see
It’s me
Kissing like a beast gently
Leading me with your hands
This tight hold you have on me
How can I forget this feeling
As we collide at this opening
I ask myself do you mean it, like I do
Is this moment everything like I’m thinking right now
Like we want to eat each other
It’s the wanting
Of you inside me and you wanting in
Kissing our way into love making…
Mixing ourselves within one another
Gracefully becoming one with a kiss
Hey…where are you?
Hey love, where are you these days?
Are you thinking about me when you’re away
Did you forget my heart is at home
Waiting for you to stimulate
My love
Hey love, I’m talking to you,
Did you forget strong women need love too
Did you realize you are my night and day
My ups and down
My doubts and pain
Hey love,
I know it’s been a while but talk
Do i even have your heart
Do you think for me fore as I being to think
The pain that floods my eyes
Are we linked
Hey love
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I’ve had my fair share of friendships and love. Somehow my friendships are growing into something deeper than I thought. All five men that I fell in love with are currently attempting to rekindle something that there is no coming back from. Being single has made the exploration of such conversations easier to take part in. Im just wondering what went wrong in their life that they are all back. One back to marry me, one back that is married that wants me to be his spiritual husband which is totally weird , and the others are lingering around attempting acts of kindness that they believe will win my heart again. Some time men don’t understand. There is no coming back from where we been. The embarrassing backstories behind these men will be featured in a book called Poetically Loving Me. Not only touching on the bad things but hopefully taking heed to the good things. An attempt to tell men how to love a woman who is head strong and sensitive. How to make sure she caters to you in the same ways you’re attempting to love her. Of course, I’ve made mistakes but there is nothing in any relationship I’ve been in that I’d take back. I gave 100% of me and I can’t say I cheated them from anything. I made sure they grew and gave them the freedom to be themselves and be successful within themselves. The effects come back to huant me now and will be touched in Poetically Loving Me, coming soon!
