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 than a glimpse.
You my true love has been Me, Myself & I all along.
-Driandayaba-
27-04-2016
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…
Restlessness whispers at times. Loudly pulling & kicking in my core. Do it, take it, I feel you want it. Just a bit, not to much. Seduction, I notice & give permission to enter. Chemistry designs the precise calculations needed. Gasping for oxygen while receiving the opposite. Elevating heart-rate while calming the alert senses. Blindfolded,…
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…
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….
We both must fall in order to rise up again. Chase birds away and meet again. Dressed, but yet feel so naked. I also dropped many to save me. Who are we fooling? Its in our nature to change colors in order to remain in a different state. Build up a reserve to get us…
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…