My hands following pathways created by genes & test of time.
In state of trance encountering lines, nodes, bumps, bones, flesh & muscles.
At times my mind drifts & appears with every stroke an image of you.
How my senses followed your lines, nodes, bumps, bones, flesh & muscles.
Body and mind aligned to fulfill this task.
Press, pull, release tension from their nesting ground.
Can’t ignore leading them on their way seeking freedom or returning once more.
22-03-2016
_Driandayaba_
Unconsolable beautiful words embedded in my bones & flesh. Tears of despair sing their lullaby. A friend or foe who visits in my dreams with a message. A hand, a kiss of an total stranger that unlocked free will. I feel so I am. To tremble and shudder when I unleashed with a sigh once…
In order 2 sustain, love must B able 2 survive outside the bubble. It’s a moment in our created timeline, carrying insecurity as a name. It’s the boarder that pulls us in and out our comfort zone. It’s like sleeping with windows open regarding the weather. It’s not seeing the other in the flesh for…
Called by a smile, ran into his arms, skin inviting & tempting me, wanna touch, must restrain, my body resist to this delay, then he speaks my words & I surrender……….. 10-03-2016 _Driandayaba_
Show me your freaky as it’s echoing your nasty. Blended with lust as a guide while our souls are mating. Caress the playful demons. Stroke passion untill there’s flesh under our nails. Bullshit has no place here. Get off that moral horse and ride your dragon. This glass house needs to get vacant or will receive stones. Take…
I still see you in, Could have been Should have been Almost was I still feel you in, despair Taste you in, The salt within my tears Accept the struggles within -Driandayaba-
We hadn’t hooked up for many years. Five years ago I saw a glimpse of you, it made me smile inside. Yearning for more. I’ve missed you. Your smile, being balanced, altruistic, loving, caring, understanding, sweet, creative, conscious, spiritual, wise & soothing. I know…. it was my own neglect. It won’t happen again. Now I experience more…