I yearn to take you to the beach, where you can be truly free, let you be lost in the ryrhmic sounds of the water lapping onto the smooth sand.
The wind lifting up the scents of salt and seaweed, fine particles of dry sand cling faintly on your skin.
To let you rest under the sun.
To see you swim in the water.
To watch you fall asleep with book on the shore.
To have night, overtake the day, to need to layer up on clothes, to watch the beautiful moonlight, caress the surface of the waves.
To have a small fire near by, it's tendrils of smoke weaving into the darkness.
To cling to you, to bury myself deep inside you, to make love to you, under the stars, our sounds going unheard, except to Mother nature, to get lost into each other in the moment.
“I find the sea to be both a natural expression of our human world, and a healing balm for it.” By pastel artist Jeanne Rosier Smith.
If you get deep enough, real enough, learn each other completely, then there is no hiding.
They can feel your aura, they can read your silence, put together thoughts in words unsaid.
This level is scary at first, but so very beautiful.
I crave you already....
Hard to find that moment that two become one. Not just one, but intertwined so tightly one can not find a seam.
My mind is at peace under the moonlight.
I find comfort in her, while my thoughts never stop turning in my mind, she dulls the noise of my tornado so all I hear is heartbeat.
My heart beats for her, aches when she's away, hurts when her rays afflicted by clouds and the storms of life, and I can't feel her light bathe my skin.
I wake and look for you.
I go to rest at night, only after I've let you be the last memory I have.
I love you, my moon, my good girl. ♥️🌝
So sexy to bind your hands, having you submit, slowly having my way.
No matter where I go... Where I decide to tread, I see you.
My moon, it's i in my vision, whether my eyes actually see... Or a manifestation of what I mentally need... I see you calming light, your unique comforting shape.
I never take it for granted.... Too many nights I've spent in the dark, something missing inside of me, growing numb without glow.
Come at my place tonight. You’ll reign over the skies. | By @iambrandon747 on IG.
My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
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