A Blog
A Collection of Intimate Reflections.
Below is a collection of Inspired reflections of the extraordinary beauty, love and passion of intimacy that has infected my heart, mind, body, imagination and pen into spaces expressed from depths of passion, play and pleasure. As I allow the adoration to flow from my soul's raw expression of the divine feminine, the masculine, the human figure, union, soul connections, play, intimacy, sex, magic, pleasure, love, lust, ecstasy and desire.
And celebrate all of it.
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Note: The writing below contains reflections of passionate and at times explicit sexual nature, awe and adoration.
Drinking
You
You straddled my face and invited me into your world. Slowly. Elegantly with a sense of euphoria that rode over me like a wave of excitement and nostalgia yet new.
It was always like the first time. I grab your hips and hold you at a soft distance. Taking in this moment. I wait. Until I feel you. All of you. Letting you
Letting life
in.
The scent of you intoxicates me like an ancient wine.
Each breath I experience you falling deeper into me.
Arousing life where it was thought to be dead
Awakening every cell in my body.
Activating them with a resounding sense of curiosity and desire
to experience you.
To drink from you.
To feel you drip down my throat into my soul and infect me passionately to remember what it is to be alive.
Inspiring my hands to grope, grab, graze and discover every inch of you.
again
for the first time
while I inhale your existence
your desire
the gift of you
Into my loins.
Into my soul.
Activating me as love, in the form of blood, fills my body making my skin taunt,
and sensitivity
as it prepares to receive
more of you.
Each breath allowing you inside of me
as I holden your gentle elegant strength in my hands and take you in with my eyes.
My gaze moves slowly over every crevice of your body, every shadow, every exposed curve as I make my way up to your eyes and then
I pause
as you slowly drip on to my face.
Your nectar inviting me.
Again.
Slowly covering me
falling over my lips,
onto my tongue
and into my mouth.
Coating my palette with sweet & sour hues of pleasure and passion
As I get lost in your eyes and forget that you exist as being separate.
REmembering that we are one.
That you are me.
That we are love and of the endless possibilities that exist
when we are connected through the ease and allowance of divine pleasure and love.
Each moment being again like the first
as you fill my mouth
like a trail of tears remembering that we are separate
celebrating that we can again write another great love story.
discovering one another over and over again.
Exploring the countless inspired ways that we can say I love you.
The countless ways that I can explore you.
That we can share our expression in the world with vulnerability, truth and authenticity.
I glide you down on to my lips.
Bringing you closer as I indulge in every moment.
Your scent covers me like a passionate fog
looking for every and any way possible to penetrate me.
To inspire me.
I gently blow on and into you.
Covering you.
Exploring you
with life as I inhale you
and share
as I breath onto you
what you do to me.
I feel the heat of your thighs pressed against my cheeks as they mold to
the strong architecture of your ass softly touching my chest
as my heart beats against you saying yes.
Our eyes still sharing ourselves.
As the soft tip of my tongue slowly,
deliberately
strokes your legs
as your hair grazes over my skin.
Your perfume marinating me
marking me
reminding me
I am with you.
Share you.
I gently explore the valleys between your legs and your lips.
Ingesting the imagination of need and desire that hides in each drop that falls out of you and into your perfect valleys
I pause and lightly pry you open with my supple tongue.
You pour into me.
I drink
as you find a sense of subtle relief as
you slowly release a stream of aching love
on to me
into me.
around me
my skin throbs
inspiring my body to prepare to give even more
as you feed a passionate sense of wonder and play.
I get lost in your scent.
On your skin. In your breath. In you.
You envelope me.
Slowly press yourself against me. Covering me as your wet euphoric drips down the sides of my face around my neck and on to sheets.
My body throbs as you sit there.
Still.
Suffocating me with you as I grab your ass pulling you down
more.
Because I can't get close enough to you.
Until we are one.
Until then I will continue to try.
Your hips begin to move. To explore the ridges and firmness of my face.
Your breath guiding you while our eyes stay locked inside of one another.
Your desire becomes my air as you inch forwards and devour me with all of you.
Marinating me as I pull you in slowly scratching your back before my hands fall into and on the shadow of your pelvis
that was made for me
to hold you.
Your movements expand into rolling circles, ellipses and figure eights
cultivating the energy
as it cycles through you
and Into me
You glide down my chest
over my heart and begin to mark every part of me with sweet kisses
as your heart pours out of you
on to me
reminding me
that you are here.
And then. We wait. just wait.
And Yet You Wait
You stand casually against the I-beam in the middle of the room.
Still.
Your eyes softly fixed
Present.
Your hip against the cold metal.
One leg crossed over the other.
Professional casual on a warm day.
A mid length skirt.
A soft spoken top.
Your hair draped down
lightly wrapped around and over your shoulder.
While you wait.
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Doing nothing.
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Allowing everything.
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You just stand there.
Allowing
Everything
you were taught not to think
to feel
to want
feed your imagination
effortlessly as
what has always been inside of you
has permission to,
in the quiet,
talk to every part of you
as the story grows inside
making its way around you
infecting every cell
with the vibration of inspired creation
tingling from the depths
As energy spawns out from the
the cradle of time
in the form of your pelvis
Each moment
Feeding to the next
soaking into you
as it slowly takes you over.
You invite it in
becoming it
as it rides through you
like a playful storm of chaos and desire
full of a lust
for life
for pleasure
for play
and yet
you do nothing.
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You wait.
Because there is more.
And you know it.
Allowing it to reveal itself.
To be cultivated through a symphony of nerves
a roar that quietly awakens a dream
A forgotten desire
of you.
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And you breathe.
Allowing the energy of life,
of creation,
of desire
and inspiration to move you
through that simple gesture
to remind you what is possible
as your skin grows taut
with the blood of love
pumped into every part of you
causing it to swell
to stretch
to expand
so it can radiate out
to feel and be felt
to inspire and be inspired
by even more life
Even more love
even more pleasure
to endlessly quench yourself
with every breath
knowing there is always more
and yet you wait.
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As your chest slowly rises
the perk of your breast begins to grow
allowing your body's desire to be felt
to nourish and be nourished
to be seen
to inspire others
through your own allowance
and needing nothing yet radiating everything
They mold into the fabric
that lightly drapes over the curves of your chest
accentuating through shadows
the perfection
the raw beauty
that is you.
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Each breath
first falling down through your
heart as the love and gratitude you have
for yourself,
for life
for what wants to be created with and through you
and the desire to share that energy with the world
is rhythmically pumped into and through you
and yet you wait.
Because there is more.
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Standing motionless
Your eyes softly blink
receiving life
and its endless river of inspiration
as it plays through your imagination
repeatedly showing you flowing stories
and tales
into the knowing
into the excitement
of what else is possible.
and yet to be done.
To be felt
To be experienced
And yet you wait. ​
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Your radiant nectar
begins to ooze through your creation
cultivating itself out your pours
between your legs
as your sweet aroma,
the expression of your heart,
slowly fills you
until it begins to drip
into the fabrics
that delicately
press over you.
Like a sacred hand.
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Your heat begins to
magnify your essence
as it rides into you
again
with every breath
As your body beckons for more life
your mouth gaps opens
slightly ajar
as the air of desire
surrounds you in an aromatic fog
of sex and possibility
As you breath in your own desire
it feeds you
through your senses
and your imagination
as you
stimulate creation into being.
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And yet you wait.
As the drops fill the caldron of the soft fabric
that holds your imagination
and overflows
soaking through and around
as it absorbs everything it touches
into its story.
Becoming a part of it.
Drops express themselves
Dripping on to the carpet.
Sliding slowly down your leg
as you breath the pheromonic chords
weaving through the air
revealing to you
where they came from
where they have been
and where they want to go.
Each moment feeding the next
feeding your senses
you
even more
as the limitless potential of your sex
your love
your ability to inspire creation
and live a full sensual experience
life
continues
as you radiate
inspiring others to write poems, dreams and endless possibilities into life
as you wait. ​
Penetration
Your legs
long and sultry
Their shadows reflect time and elegance into the air
Inspiring curious hands
and adoring eyes
as lust begins to infect my loins
Reading the language
of silken lines
carved into your body by the divine
like a fantasy novel
exposing worlds
only imagined
late at night
between the silence of stars.
As I remember you \\
your smell permeates into the air
intoxicating me like an ancient wine
Robust, delicate
wet, inspiring
and luxurious
Your heat fills the crevas between your legs
as you drip your desire
into the delicate caldron of fabric nestled
sweetly
sensually
between your lips
soaking the patterned threads
Until you drip on the floor
Telling the world you are ready
To be penetrated by life.
Washing Away
What Isn’t
You
To wash you is to grace with an angel
Invisible wings that can only be sensed
hidden in the defined blades of your back.
Hands
Eyes
Slowly gliding over you
Discovering each perfect curve, shadow and expression
of you
As you unveiled before me
Sharing and exposing your sacred vessel
to allow
You to be held and seen in the luxury of receiving
Of being adored
Of being discovered
Washing away everything that wasn’t you
Leaving behind your truth
In the form of poetry
beauty written in the form of you
A muse to inspire
As your breath causes your heart to heave
And radiate into time
The allowance of you
Enough to inspire
endlessly
What was once though dead inside of another soul
To hold you was to hold an angel
Whose wings inspire all those
that are fortunate to touch them
Graced by your presence
And the song of your voice
As you playfully remind us all
That life is a game
Meant to be played
Fully
With passion
Love
Presence
and pleasure
As your heart reflects all that you know
Your cup runneth over
Pouring into the hearts and souls of
Others inspiring men and women to remember
That they too have wings
And they too can lead
Inspiring them to remember their divine purpose
In life
In love
and in play
You are love.
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Looking into your eyes
Is like looking into times gone past
Effervescent with love
Of times of old
Times of new
And times yet to be discovered
Write the most beautiful love story
Let it take you into the ecstasy of you
Your body
And the divine pleasure and bliss
of what it is to be human
Your heart beating with the rhythm of time
As you reallocate yourself into the frequency of bliss
Of now
Of you.
Of your desires
As your dreams long forgotten
Begin to unfold before you
Slowly
One piece at a time
A mystery yet to be discovered
A book yet to be written
A hand yet to be held in your heart
Your own
And your pussy
The pleasure and ecstasy of love and life
The expression of joy
Made physical
as you share your bliss
With one another
As you are touched and touch
As you penetrate and are penetrated
As you scream
and pull the erotic
Song of another
Of each other
Inside of you.
Stroking his phallus
Playfully
with excitement
Curiosity
Love
And adoration
Pulling his orgasm
His bliss
Through him
Out of him
In the form of a gift
A sound
An abandoned
scream
The thrashing of wild animal
Called passion
Releasing itself once again
into the beautiful throws of life and love
For you to hear
And allow its call to feed into your own erotic bliss and expansion
Into the nothingness of time and space
As you feel the union and bliss of oneness
Letting your water flow over him
Wrapping him in your sexual
Liberation
Freedom
Bliss
Pouring down
And around
His vessel
Soaking him in the warmth and fire of you.
Abandoned
Screams
