I can’t get my mind off of you…
My mind is stuck
Consuming my thoughts
Our conversations replaying in my head…
I close my eyes and I hear your voice
I love your voice…
Close…we are close…in my mind
In my mind…
I’ve missed you all day
So desperate to touch your skin
Touch your skin and fall in…
Breathing you in…
Touching your skin…
Why fight it?
Feel…allow yourself to feel…
Physically and Mentally…
I feel you
I need to feel you…
In my arms
But…I open my eyes and you aren’t there…
Just in mind…
Pouring Out 💋
dreams so real, so vivid
I hop out of them
cause there’s life happening
and it’s all with him
only to wake up, heart racing..
and he’s not there
so I grasp a grip of my pillow,
tears fall into my hair
yearning for his voice, not a sound
so there I lay
desiring to have him
dreams of love, so I pray
maybe I’m too genuine
maybe I’m too deep
maybe I love too hard
it’s his heart I want to keep
fighting for things I believe in
has always been my thing
but this time I may be defeated
cause you won’t step into the ring
I put my heart on the line
every time for you
if you decide to do the same
it’d be quite beautiful
I want to see the world. I want to visit the remains of ancient cities. I want visit bookstores, art galleries and museums in places utterly unknown to me and walk down the streets of countries, foreign to me but home to others. I want to meet people and eat delicious foods from street carts. I want to learn. I want to discover. I want to feel. I want to live.
The more and more I think about it, the more I realise that my guys wanna fuck short girls hard.
Zoe Karelli, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Desires,”
“LORD, you hear the desires of those who are hurting. You cheer them up and give them hope. You listen to their cries.”
Devotions for April 1
“Pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.”
- Song of Solomon 7:13
The spouse desires to give to Jesus all that she produces. Our heart has “all manner of pleasant fruits,” both “old and new,” and they are laid up for our Beloved. At this rich autumnal season of fruit, let us survey our stores. We have new fruits. We desire to feel new life, new joy, new gratitude; we wish to make new resolves and carry them out by new labours; our heart blossoms with new prayers, and our soul is pledging herself to new efforts. But we have some old fruits too. There is our first love: a choice fruit that! and Jesus delights in it. There is our first faith: that simple faith by which, having nothing, we became possessors of all things. There is our joy when first we knew the Lord: let us revive it. We have our old remembrances of the promises. How faithful has God been! In sickness, how softly did he make our bed! In deep waters, how placidly did he buoy us up! In the flaming furnace, how graciously did he deliver us. Old fruits, indeed! We have many of them, for his mercies have been more than the hairs of our head. Old sins we must regret, but then we have had repentances which he has given us, by which we have wept our way to the cross, and learned the merit of his blood. We have fruits, this morning, both new and old; but here is the point-they are all laid up for Jesus. Truly, those are the best and most acceptable services in which Jesus is the solitary aim of the soul, and his glory, without any admixture whatever, the end of all our efforts. Let our many fruits be laid up only for our Beloved; let us display them when he is with us, and not hold them up before the gaze of men. Jesus, we will turn the key in our garden door, and none shall enter to rob thee of one good fruit from the soil which thou hast watered with thy bloody sweat. Our all shall be thine, thine only, O Jesus, our Beloved!
“He will give grace and glory.”
- Psalm 84:11
Bounteous is Jehovah in his nature; to give is his delight. His gifts are beyond measure precious, and are as freely given as the light of the sun. He gives grace to his elect because he wills it, to his redeemed because of his covenant, to the called because of his promise, to believers because they seek it, to sinners because they need it. He gives grace abundantly, seasonably, constantly, readily, sovereignly; doubly enhancing the value of the boon by the manner of its bestowal. Grace in all its forms he freely renders to his people: comforting, preserving, sanctifying, directing, instructing, assisting grace, he generously pours into their souls without ceasing, and he always will do so, whatever may occur. Sickness may befall, but the Lord will give grace; poverty may happen to us, but grace will surely be afforded; death must come but grace will light a candle at the darkest hour. Reader, how blessed it is as years roll round, and the leaves begin again to fall, to enjoy such an unfading promise as this, “The Lord will give grace. ”
The little conjunction “and” in this verse is a diamond rivet binding the present with the future: grace and glory always go together. God has married them, and none can divorce them. The Lord will never deny a soul glory to whom he has freely given to live upon his grace; indeed, glory is nothing more than grace in its Sabbath dress, grace in full bloom, grace like autumn fruit, mellow and perfected. How soon we may have glory none can tell! It may be before this month of October has run out we shall see the Holy City; but be the interval longer or shorter, we shall be glorified ere long. Glory, the glory of heaven, the glory of eternity, the glory of Jesus, the glory of the Father, the Lord will surely give to his chosen. Oh, rare promise of a faithful God!
Two golden links of one celestial chain:
Who owneth grace shall surely glory gain.
What a day to be dreaming,
Looking into the future to see what it holds,
Dreams that give the chills, not so cold.
Paths that I choose will lead me to my desires,
Smells of riches, I will reach my empire.
I gaze into the horizon of urges,
Obstacles stop me but I pass them with all my courage.
Reality snaps when I fall in my dream,
My body flinches, eyes are open,
It was a nice day to dream,
but in reality, I feel like going to sleep.
Sometimes, I make sure my Princess knows in advance what she is going to experience. It’s appealing to watch the excitement build in her.
But sometimes, I make sure it’s the absolute opposite.
No advance plans made known, I let my desire lead and unleash it on her. Her skills with her mouth have become exceptional. Her pussy is absolute bliss to be inside. She also knows there is one other place in which she can take me and be left filled…
She knows how she loves to feel the warmth of my seed over her skin…
Yet, she doesn’t know how that is going to be in those moments. The moment will decide. I will reveal. She will discover.
So, once I have explored her. Once she has reached that place of desperation as the over sensitivity arrives in her already most sensitive areas…
Then, and only then, she will discover just how the moment will progress…
Vida: “estar queriéndote siempre… por siempre”
you are something else
a consistent factor of mine
daily life continues to ensue
yet you never leave my mind
thoughts of our love
and genuine happiness
all I do is reminisce
and wanting us at our best
crowds get loud
and my dreams are louder
all I hear is your voice
moans, singing, and laughter
everything is you
and you are everything
to share life with you
our sweet, passionate thing
what do you do to me?
what do I do to you?
cause I want it all, I can’t deny
I’m always in the mood for you