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No matter where I go... Where I decide to tread, I see you.
My moon, it's i in my vision, whether my eyes actually see... Or a manifestation of what I mentally need... I see you calming light, your unique comforting shape.
I never take it for granted.... Too many nights I've spent in the dark, something missing inside of me, growing numb without glow.
Come at my place tonight. You’ll reign over the skies. | By @iambrandon747 on IG.
In the backdrop of dark inner thoughts, wounded with slivers of hope, I take solace in your aura.
The beating of your heart, drowning out the inner doubt that screams inside me, if they get through I push against your chest harder, for tonight I cling to you.
I don't come to you for redemption. I don't grip you tight out of desire to hold you down.
In this world of darkness and cold, I come to you because it feels right in my soul.
Imagine for a moment....
What if we could?
Makes me yearn for my moon....
For me it's no second thought to it, no wondering later if I made a mistake...... You are what I choose in this life, even if I'm not deserving of you.
More poetry in my book :)
Whether it be subconscious or an urge I know the orgin, I reach for you.
I desire and require you.
I yearn to take you to the beach, where you can be truly free, let you be lost in the ryrhmic sounds of the water lapping onto the smooth sand.
The wind lifting up the scents of salt and seaweed, fine particles of dry sand cling faintly on your skin.
To let you rest under the sun.
To see you swim in the water.
To watch you fall asleep with book on the shore.
To have night, overtake the day, to need to layer up on clothes, to watch the beautiful moonlight, caress the surface of the waves.
To have a small fire near by, it's tendrils of smoke weaving into the darkness.
To cling to you, to bury myself deep inside you, to make love to you, under the stars, our sounds going unheard, except to Mother nature, to get lost into each other in the moment.
“I find the sea to be both a natural expression of our human world, and a healing balm for it.” By pastel artist Jeanne Rosier Smith.
Good night my moon.... I love you very, very much.
Mine....
You are mine, no matter if the delicate, warm, golden rays of the sun kiss your skin or the cool, crisp moon accents your body.
You are mine, whether I'm deep inside you, stretching and claiming you as you carve crimson, wet scars in my back, or so far away all I have is your memory in my I mind, feeding the physical ache in my erection as I yearn to devour you once more. P
You are mine when stand on top of the world, filled with joy, beaming with laughter and still mine when you feel broken, beaten, so mentally dark, you feel you have no one by your side.
You are mine because I unconditionally accept all of you. Even the crazy you try to hide.
You are mine because I value and love, every unique surface of your diamond.
For as long as you are mine.... I vow to love you, protect you, strive to make you laugh, hold you when you cry. I will nourish your body and your mind, I care for you with a level of importance.
I will always listen to my good girl, every thought, Idea, way to look at a situation.
I will not dismiss your fears or placate you.
I will strive to leave you feeling loved, desired, safe, needed, wanted and hopefully whole.
You are mine to lose and mine to show I will fight enough to keep it that way.
Everywhere I turn, I look for you.
My most favorite part of the day, is when my moon rises, it fills a dark night with her soothing glow.
Under the moon I feel whole, I feel calm.
Her beauty unparalleled to anything I've ever known before it.
She gives, she shines, just because I can't always see her in orbit, I am blessed and feel her energy.
The taste of your skin.. The salt and șweat.. The lingering perfume..... The warmth of you on my lips... An forgettable unique concoction that will always linger in my mind.
Seeing this made me while, reminds me of when you were little, they wouldn't let you play video games, hogged the system.
I'll let you play......
Any time you wish, my hand, wrapped around your throat, feeling your pulse wildly thumping inside my grasp.
Relishing and worshipping your body.
Enjoying the sounds of your labored breathing, restricted sounds emitting from you.
The scent of sex and sweat.
Come here my moon, rise for me tonight, I'll let you play.
To feel your skin.... soft, delicate, the more I touch the more I desire.
I watch your skin redden caused both from my increasing pressure, but also your heart pumping faster and harder.
To wrap my hand around your neck, feel your breathing pause, your pulse thundering against my finger.
To look into your eyes, to see your gift of submittance, trust.... knowing I will take and bruise out of love and will always protect you.
Don’t you love he feeling of daddy’s hands on your neck?
I always feel at peace, when I can bask in the light of the moon.
Sometimes you can't have what you want... When you need it.
If one could, maybe you'd appreciate it less.
Thoughts like that doesn't make the ache hurt any less.....
That just about says it all..... It's why I try to say it often
I crave you already....
Tonight my mood.... To press myself against your chest, let the emotions out, as I soak in your protective aura....
I need this every night.....
Need
No matter the location, we both can look up at the sky.... See the same moon
It's my addiction...
The Moon And The Castle - Photography by Mauro Maione Full moon viewed from the Town Hall building in Siena, Italy.
I'll just stay on the moon please... No going back for me
I never knew the heat I could generate inside me, until I experienced the fire I have for you.
If you get deep enough, real enough, learn each other completely, then there is no hiding.
They can feel your aura, they can read your silence, put together thoughts in words unsaid.
This level is scary at first, but so very beautiful.
At night , is when it's magical.
Distance becomes irrelevant.
Time can stand still or we can live a lifetime.
So many times we've made love, walked a beach, sat on the porch and watched the stars.
At night I can hold your hand and not let go, I can say all I need to without barriers.
Live as we desire.
I feel sadness to those that don't remember dreams like these.
Love....
Love isn't just holding hands, soft caresses or love letters.
Sometimes you have to cut, bruise the ones you love to see their self worth.
Love is painful.
Love can hurt, if it doesn't maybe you don't really love.
A constant ache, a thought that slides through all other thoughts.
Love can be irrational, love can be dark, love can taste like tears.
I love you my moon.
Solar eclipse by Gallery 360
Fragmented I strain to hold myself together.
I try to reach and parts of me fall to the floor. No matter how I try to hold it in, the only way to keep myself together is to hold myself tight.
It hurts to reach, to watch the vulnerable pieces of yourself, the ones you've picked up, dusted off, cut your fingers to hold, slip away, fall to the dark for another.
I reach for your glow.
Not worthy.
Not entitled.
Not out of despair.
I reach because I must, because the first time seeing you was all it took, to invade my head, to spin my thoughts, kicking up parts of me long since dormant.
I reach out of sheer need.
I don't care what happens to me.
She can give and I'll be so blessed. She can choose not to shine upon me and I'll stand, waiting for you.
I know I'm not the best. I know I'm not the kindest. I know I'm not much of anything in this life, but for long as I breathe, keeping my beating heart going in this temporary husk I'm in...... I'll be all I can be for her.
Even in doubt, even when I feel like I'm farther away. Even scared..... I will not give up reaching... I will reach until my arms start to spasm, until my body aches from wait, long since weary...... I will reach.