Month: January 2024

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You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you …

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You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you, for their inability to see your worth is a burden they carry, not a reflection of your own light. You are the sum of all generous people who love you, whose warmth and kindness have woven a tapestry of love around your soul. You are the laughter that echoes in the hearts of those who cherish you, the embrace that brings solace to weary spirits. In the mosaic of life, your essence is painted with the hues of compassion, kindness, and empathy. You are not defined by the … Continue reading You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you …

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Sex & High-tech Era – Article II – 2024

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In the age of high technology, where the digital realm intertwines with our most intimate desires, the essence of sex and love becomes a tapestry woven with complex threads of longing, disillusionment, and the search for genuine connection. Classical literature, with its poetic embrace of Eros, the Greek god of love, painted a lush landscape of eroticism and desire. Myth, magic, and fantasy converged to form an artistic expression of life’s most intimate aspects. Through this lens, the cruel, the ugly, and the charming were all unveiled in the delicate dance of words and imagery. Sex, when stripped of its … Continue reading Sex & High-tech Era – Article II – 2024

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Let me see your happiness …

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Let me address your dreams, your passion, and your desires with the tender touch of success, so I can savor the sweet nectar of your happiness. In the garden of your aspirations, let me be the diligent gardener, nurturing the seeds of your ambitions and tending to the delicate blossoms of your hopes. I long to see the radiant glow of fulfillment light up your eyes, to witness the dance of joy that sweeps across your soul when your dreams take flight. Your happiness is a melody that resonates in the depths of my being, and I yearn to be … Continue reading Let me see your happiness …

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Waste

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Wasted are the days where the skin beneath our clothes doesn’t get to touch people’s souls. There’s a profound longing in the unspoken yearning for connection, for the intimate dance of bare skin against the backdrop of shared vulnerability. In a world where barriers and boundaries often eclipse the raw beauty of human connection, we yearn for the simple yet profound act of baring our souls to one another. The touch of skin becomes a conduit for the unspoken language of empathy and understanding, a bridge that transcends the limitations of words. There’s a sacredness in the meeting of two … Continue reading Waste

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The mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart

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There’s a mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart and refuse to leave. “Stay,” once a foreign language, becomes a dialect so familiar to the swirl of your eardrums. I’m not sure about this, but if you do decide to remain, make yourself comfortable in the warmth of the home inside of me. There’s a certain alchemy in the way you’ve taken root within the chambers of my soul, weaving your essence into the very fabric of my being. Your presence has become an indelible part of my landscape, intertwining with the roots of … Continue reading The mystery to those who plant themselves firmly in the soil of your heart

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To a little black bird in my chest …

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I am writing for the little blackbird in my chest; she used to be a bluebird, with a throat made of honey, but now she smokes all my tar, and drinks all my wine. Once, she soared through the azure expanse of my soul, her song a symphony of sweetness, her wings aglow with the light of hope. Her melody wove through the chambers of my heart, a lullaby that brought solace to my weary spirit. But as the shadows lengthened and the world grew heavy, she turned to the bitter taste of tar, the suffocating embrace of smoke. Her … Continue reading To a little black bird in my chest …

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Where is your other you?

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Where is your other you? In the wall? The furniture? The ceiling? I leaned over your face, sure of myself, as if I were a mirror, and sadly searched for you. But that, too, was to no avail, like everything else. In the stillness of the room, I sought the echo of your essence, the lingering imprint of your presence. I traced the contours of the walls, hoping to find the whispers of your soul woven into the very fabric of the space. Yet, all I found were silent witnesses, bearing no trace of your elusive spirit. I turned to … Continue reading Where is your other you?

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Go deeper …

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Love deeper than the surface, where the shallow tides of appearance ebb and flow. Delve into the depths where hearts intertwine and souls entwine, where the true essence of connection resides. Beyond the veneer of fleeting beauty, seek the enduring radiance that emanates from within, the kind that transcends the boundaries of time and space. If you love what you see, go deeper. Peer beyond the transient facade and into the labyrinth of emotions, where vulnerability and authenticity intertwine. Embrace the complexities that lie beneath the surface, for it is there that the most profound connections are forged. Beauty deeper … Continue reading Go deeper …

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My home …

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My home is a shrine to my womanliness, a sanctuary where my essence is woven into every corner and crevice. It is a tapestry of textures, art, books, and photographs, a symphony of patterns that dance together to please my senses and reflect the depths of my being. Just as my home is an extension of my desires, a manifestation of my eclectic mix of wants, needs, and passions, my soul is a kaleidoscope of emotions, joys, and unresolved pain. Each desire stands as a testament to my journey, telling its own compelling story and propelling me toward love and … Continue reading My home …

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I lost myself …

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I lost myself between the heavy lines of traffic and the song playing on the radio. The rain triggered me to pull away from myself and everything else around. In the middle of the stoplight and the go signal, where I am challenged to go deeper into something else. In the meadows of what ifs and what is. In the clear blue skies where the sunlight burns the ends of my soul. At the gate of holiness where faith and truth lie clear. At the books where I am taught to imagine and that everything, I can think of is … Continue reading I lost myself …