I ache Every Moment Night Or day For her To cast That certain Spell That sets Us on Our way.

Bound to you always In a fundamental way. Praying to the gods This tether will remain. Whatever we do, Whatever we see, When you’re alone Whether awake Or under slumbers take Dream a little dream of me.

She embodies All the want All the need I have for This world And she knows it. I wait patiently I rest silently Longing for the time When she shows it.

The tactile things I like the most Overload the senses With the most Decadent of delights.

Curiosity is highly attractive. Especially when the person is curious about you, your thoughts, your feelings, your past and experiences, and what you hope for your future.

Our past is where our wounds are buried but it's in our present where we must unearth them.

The nerves In my left leg Are firing Fiercely In a very Wrong way. There’s no Settling in No resting Still Trying in vain To vanquish This pain.

I don’t want this, To be in your orbit. I want your gravity To take hold of me. To pull me in. To hold on. I want us to be So deeply connected That we feel, that we know We are as one. Have ever been. Will never be anything else.

You know I ache to call you baby, but what do you want;

Let’s fall into a deep, provocative entanglement about it.

one key in life is to be a svvitch, and knovv precisely vvhen to flip… ✨

Just like that I wake up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I squint from all the light you’re radiating and I realize I’m in your orbit, right where I belong. The knowledge settles in like a warm, friendly embrace and I know, I remember, that I am home again.

Maybe this Is the only place We exist For each other For now To save face. Yet I’ll ever Wonder what if? Hold on Pull through For us to know more Or as much as our wills Allow to be born.

She’s a witch. She’s put a spell On me, I fell Hapless and hopeless. No will to sever This mystic tether Or break the bond We’ve knit together. Moments to hours Days into years A common thread Lasting through years.

I’m not the one who wants you muted, hushed or sedated. I want you raw and wild. I long for you open and unbridled. I need you flawed in all your glory, tender and horny. I need you with all the facets and fissures that make you, you. There’s no other way. What more can I do?

​"The softest hearts are often forged in the hardest fires. Being kind isn't weakness; it’s defiance."

Why yes, of course I can still see, but seeing is not always knowing and knowing is not always an absolute.

Every curve of her body possesses this kind of supernatural quality. Enchanting me in a hypnotic way, nearly trance that I have no hope of breaking, not even a slight chance. Deliriously doomed to devour her whole, over and over; a singular goal.

The truth is quite simple I quit looking for you Long, long ago Once I gained faith in my realization The my worth To you was Lowest of the low. Seemingly the veneer Of your sincerity Was thin an poorly made A lack lustre facade I can at last let fall away.

One might think that when it comes to you I’ve completely lost my mind. The thing is though, it’s absolutely true. Logic, self control and reason headed for the hills a long time ago.

Seattle Street Artist’s mural Tribute to Alex Pretti; veteran nurse killed by Border Patrol officers #StreetArt #mural #AlexPretti #tribute

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You’d think that I don’t see, That doesn’t make you right or wrong.

sunset, too early I don’t want to lose your light night comes anyway #senryu #haiku

With this full moon I begin the undertaking Of a rebalancing Of taking stock of The connections The commonalities Of comradery The ties that bind You and me. A time of self discovery. A time of rebirth. Learning from the past That sometimes the past Ought to remain where it is.

Equality feels threatening only to people who benefited from inequality

Sitting there Side by side Drinking coffee And just Taking the moments in. Hands touching Foreheads meeting Wide eyed smiles Are our tells. What she may Not know yet He’s fully, completely Under her spell.

Another day begins The air is cool Enticing as it Softly kisses My skin. This contrasts The hot coffee Streaming Steam into the air My eyes close As I take it all in. Another day, yes, But not like every other. Something within Has shifted and it feel Just right.

Hedging the bulk of my bets Tonight just might transpire To be about a hardwood fire Fine scotch on the rocks Summoning ghosts Untying old knots. Why tether to old ideas Or connections long skewed Life is too short for regretting Moving forward long past due.

Social problems affecting men shouldn’t be solved by blaming women or trying to restore unequal power dynamics. Equality is important, and resentment-driven movements can become harmful when they push control over women as the answer to insecurity or frustration!

If I like everything you do, Know that there’s a reason I adore the magic within you.

If only to be entangled with you on a distant shore, with no care about the time we’re taking;

Caught up in playing a game of connect the dots with you, only the dots are every freckle and beauty mark you own and the lines are drawn by my lips plotting a course home.

That scent In the air Only has The cause And effect Of making The hunger All the more And unstoppable Force.

Entering my dissociative era On the next full moon. Pondering if I’m waiting too long Or if I’m plotting that course too soon.

Feeling my way blindly to your heart through shadowed moments.

Not a slow unravelling But a complete and chaotic Derailment of all the senses And every emotion coexisting All at once. That moment when fate and chance collide, I am yours. You are mine.

It was all a dream, wasn't it? A lovely dream, but a dream just the same.

Heart laced with ash, I keep rising from fires that were lit by hands I once trusted.

burning society’s unspoken rulebook and dancing in the ashes…✨

Come closer, it’s nearly time;

Asking a girl to change is like asking the moon to hide its scars.

It’s all still water Under the bridge. But the bridge It’s made of wood And it’s old and full of rot. One knows it’s not safe To cross any more. An opportunity for A new course to plot.

Lips in waiting That Are Ever So slightly Asymetrical. Plump Ready And waiting For discovery. For deliberation. For deliverance.

Let’s fall into each others orbits And allow each other to be completely carried away.