My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
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Moon....
Moon..
How beautiful my girl is tied,bound and absolutely used how I desire and know she craves it
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 deep painful introspective looks in the mirror at myself, have the same weight as someone's judgmental take on me, as they pass by with their first impressions as they judge either how I look, or how they chose to see me.
Either way it's as soothing to my soul as standing in one spot, barefoot on hot blacktop as the sun beats down upon it.
Maybe I never get to put away the knife, or better yet forget where I laid it. I'd settle for wiping it off on my sleeve and putting it in its sheath.
The untrusting darkness in me, combined with the auras that decide to pass by instead create the need to clench it so hard in my hand my knuckles turn white.
Fractured thoughts converge, tinting my field of vision around me.
It's not fear, but weariness.
I rather would choose the darkness or at least the shadows than to be laid bare in the unforgiving sun.
To bathe in the moonlight is to heal, to weather my skin to handle the torment of my waiting demons.
I see the silence in their touch, I hear the cold embrace against my skin.
At least their companionship is steady, the cuts, bruises, the crimson trail of thoughts they plant is expected.
I don't embrace them, but I've learned to depend on them for at least a normalicy in my life.
Without my anxiety, my demons that remind me in my sleep not to ware dream of a fairy tale life, I'd be tempted to trust those around me.
Instead I live looking for patterns... What do they want?what do they seek from me? What can I do for them?
Once they take a look at my face, or my intense soul the majority show themselves as weak, selective, callus in how they change, turn, ignore, block, or disappear.
Trust....
What the fuck is that anyway?
Unconditional acceptance... Yeah ok.. Now that's a beautiful fantasy.
I would rather be labeled too intense, or untrusting, I would rather always hold my knife and count on one hand those that may actually give a fuck about me, then to live like the lemmings that think popularity in numbers is love, or that kind words aren't laced with dark intentions.
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?