Surrender
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_
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_
Captured by reason blown away into pieces. The rhyme in the song of life keeps me moving. Rationally fed through nurture. Driven by needs and surprised by the unexpected. Senses keep me hostage by carrying a positive rage to consume through my wants. It’s knowingly, willingly and able to. This is, was and will be…
I have a room in my mind filled with playful thoughts, objects, pleasures & treasures. As a child couldn’t keep them in line in this rebellion space, to bring me adventures as they meet my way to uplift. Ja, Si, Yes, Ai are the key notes to unlock the door. Doubts, hesitations & secrets are sometimes…
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…
It travels on many pads and comes in many forms. Approved. Restricted. Forbidden. Seductive. Dangerous. Righteous. Confusing. It gives me a warm tingling feeling in my tummy and at times in other parts of my body. Is it a feeling or a thought? Or are they blended together? With wich one should I choose? First…
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….
There is a saying; ‘Ignorance is a bliss’. Personally more likely a safeguard. The more or less I know myself the more or less I tolerate. The more or less I feel the more or less I open up. The more or less I accept the more or less I love myself. The more or…