Like art spilled across the canvas of my bed, A masterpiece in motion, even when she’s still. Oh my, the way she owns the silence, It’s louder than any moan I’ve ever heard.
I want to dive into her fantasy, Touching the corners of her mind like fingertips on poetry. Every sigh is a lyric, every shift a bassline, And I’m connected to the song of her being,
Her vibe got me reeling, I am caught in a fantasy, A place where time don’t ticks, But is a melody of her breathing, Singing softly in my ear,
The bed becomes our universe, Where the stars are her curves And I’m orbiting her gravity, Drawn by the pull of her attraction. I’m in love with her essence, The way she turns the mundane into magic.
Even the shower ain’t just water and steam; It’s a symphony of satisfaction, Her silhouette dancing in droplets, My happiness dripping with every second.
She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t just lay there, She lays claim To the air, to the moment, To the very fabric of my being.
Come closer, you are a little too far. I am earth and you are my shining star. When we are closer it’s amazing a feel, to see you smiling ☺️ is my everything.
In life, there are things we do that cause a ripple effect. There can be good results and bad results. But until you try, you won’t know. We dream of only positive outcomes, but we know sometimes destiny has a different calling.
HAIKU
Tiny steps echo, Big effect on winds unseen, Dreams walk away free.
*Let me know your thoughts on the poem in the comments!
What is something you have done that created a ripple effect?
As the night leans in, fully frontal, No shame in its naked glow, Every shadow stores a kiss, for which is placed below. Sitting beneath the weight of stars, Where each voyeur goes further into the distance, As if they, too, cannot escape gravity,
The moon high and brazen, Illuminates every curve of thought in sight, Dragging secrets from dark corners, Laying them bare across velvet skies.
There is no hiding within reach, no silk to cover desires, Your name lingers, stitched into the air, Each letter curling with allure, A whisper that tastes like honey,
Melting slowly, seeping deep inside my skin, What is this feeling? Even silence has a pulse tonight. Its rhythm tracing the lines of my breath, Pushing me further so I can melt, The soft surrender where ache meets satisfaction, And I let it pull me under.
Time loses itself in moments like this. Where the body remembers what the heart forgets. And the night blooms again, fully open, Like lips waiting to be kissed.
For me I know I am the creative and passionate related guy, from them to say that, it’s like mirroring what I always say. The one thing I hope people say about me is, how authentic, real and down to earth I am.
Those of are super soft skills and my super power. It’s also so weird when I do have someone come and tell me how cool and genuine guy to them. I mostly get that from people who don’t truly know me, but the energy, the attention and respect they get from me is unmatched, I become a bit memorable, as the attitude and sentiments are the same every single day they see me.
It’s a good feeling, when you can acknowledge someone and they embrace you back with love and appreciation. Those of the precious moments I will never take for granted.
Some days I feel to drop short messages of happiness and positivity, to break the norm and the algorithm. Negative thoughts passes by more often than positive ones.
Being on the internet for more than most people I know and in different pockets of space on the web, I know how positivity is not pushed, so in everything you do, break the mold a little now and then, and do great things.
For the person who needed a smile today and an arm around your shoulder and say, good day being you today. This is the message for you.