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Ancient
He spoke of cultivation as if he could grow and nurture me into something that was a reflection of what existed in the depths of himself, constantly pruning & shaping my psyche whilst plunging into the depths of my most inner fragilities.
Embedding his noble ritualistic ideals and expectations over time, contrasting the notion of light & dark.
Like an artist, he framed me within the perimeters of his artistic flair whilst building upon my existing foundations, until there was a chemical reaction of love, passion and desire, a bubbly effervescent reacting to my spritely auric field.
We fit together finely for a stellar sole purpose, whereby heart and souls align, defined. Our bond is ancient and that can’t be denied as our energy is channeled into one another.
With each word he strengthened our bond over the years, fracturing my memory centre repeatedly of what’s been missing as the distance became invisible whilst he continued to plant his seeds within the depths of me.
Warm gentle hugs make him feel needed and appreciated, and I can’t help but cherish his precious words as they skim the surface of my psyche, like rocks skipping upon still water as he scribbles words of love & devotion upon my flesh.
His presence soothes my heart & soul, and to feel the touch of his hand clasping mine, gently reiterates that he means what he says, and says what he means which means the world to me.
In quiet moments, I savour his soft lips upon my exposed flesh, enveloped firmly within his gorgeous 3 day growth of stubble that tickles me ever so softly when he presses his lips against my bare flesh, gently.
Everything about him was different; his nature, assertiveness, kindness, and his amazing ability to read me well whilst fingering the edge of my crispy pages, especially when I was in need of his warmth, reassurance, love and ongoing support & guidance.
His empathic nature allows him to skim the surface but delve a little deeper, within the depths of her being.
It’s amazing how the evolution of friends unfold, when the spark is present, it’s like souls connect and dance within a heightened state; hearts align, whilst the cultivation process unfolds.
And he left me vulnerable, yet firmly solidified in the depths of his tender notions, with an oblique resemblance to the splendor found in attributions akin to an empyrean nature.
Embedding his noble ritualistic ideals and expectations over time, contrasting the notion of light & dark.
Like an artist, he framed me within the perimeters of his artistic flair whilst building upon my existing foundations, until there was a chemical reaction of love, passion and desire, a bubbly effervescent reacting to my spritely auric field.
We fit together finely for a stellar sole purpose, whereby heart and souls align, defined. Our bond is ancient and that can’t be denied as our energy is channeled into one another.
With each word he strengthened our bond over the years, fracturing my memory centre repeatedly of what’s been missing as the distance became invisible whilst he continued to plant his seeds within the depths of me.
Warm gentle hugs make him feel needed and appreciated, and I can’t help but cherish his precious words as they skim the surface of my psyche, like rocks skipping upon still water as he scribbles words of love & devotion upon my flesh.
His presence soothes my heart & soul, and to feel the touch of his hand clasping mine, gently reiterates that he means what he says, and says what he means which means the world to me.
In quiet moments, I savour his soft lips upon my exposed flesh, enveloped firmly within his gorgeous 3 day growth of stubble that tickles me ever so softly when he presses his lips against my bare flesh, gently.
Everything about him was different; his nature, assertiveness, kindness, and his amazing ability to read me well whilst fingering the edge of my crispy pages, especially when I was in need of his warmth, reassurance, love and ongoing support & guidance.
His empathic nature allows him to skim the surface but delve a little deeper, within the depths of her being.
It’s amazing how the evolution of friends unfold, when the spark is present, it’s like souls connect and dance within a heightened state; hearts align, whilst the cultivation process unfolds.
And he left me vulnerable, yet firmly solidified in the depths of his tender notions, with an oblique resemblance to the splendor found in attributions akin to an empyrean nature.
Published 29th Apr 2019
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29th Apr 2019 2:16pm
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29th Apr 2019 2:48pm
Perfection !!!
29th Apr 2019 5:11pm
Warm gentle hugs make him feel needed and appreciated
Isn't all we strive for to be asked upon how ya doing? As hugs reassure
Brilliant write
Best I've read for awhile
Isn't all we strive for to be asked upon how ya doing? As hugs reassure
Brilliant write
Best I've read for awhile
30th Apr 2019 5:44pm
I really enjoyed this piece it was steamy, sensual and very descriptive It left me longing to feel that warm passionate experience. It was a turn on. I look forward to reading more of your works
5th May 2019 11:36am
Glad you're enjoying this love. A well cultivated write indeed. You have made a convincing attempt to explain what your bond means by putting us in the picture. We are almost voyeurs to this unabridged exposure.
