Latest Posts by pati3ntwo1f - Page 2

“The magic of your waters... sweet and refreshing. The majesties of the wonderland that is your body, its valleys and peaks... breath-taking. The twinkle in your eyes, tempting me to look deeper and longer into the universe behind your eyes... mystifying. And i know this place is home... because that moon - same moon that’s in your sky - glows in my memories and dreams.” -Pati3ntWo1f

Thanx @geyashvecova for the inspiration!

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Neon Arctic Ice_211019)

“The pain you endure is not a total waist of energy or obstruction of progress ... such pressures create gems... takes ones willpower and being and refines it... like a sifting to find gold or a pressing to of grapes into wine... time and pressure has an ability to purify...

You are sweet pineapple juice- concentrate... a spiced rum distilled... a spring, welled from the frigid of a mountain top, that exists as stream and river and rapids and waterfall... all providing life to the ecosystems you pass through and spawn...

Said simply: Your Pains have yielded you a better quality standard. Others drink from the well, but you are top shelf. Don’t offer of yourself for less.”

-Pati3ntWo1f

Call this... “Us”

... She trustfully replied, “whatever you want to do...”

... I explained...

“Passionately... Intensely... Thoroughly... Genuinely... Intimately... Intentionally...

I wanna wander through your thoughts, igniting romantic flame after romantic flame, until the glow is visible within your smoltering stare...

And its warmth is emitting through your supple skin...

And then we can cast playful shadows across the ceiling, as we dance in flames of desire stoked between us...

The friction of our bodies creating a fireworks show...

I'll submit my vulnerability as sage for us to smudge... and cleanse through the steam created from the moiture of our kisses, the sweat of our bodies, your gateway to...

Paradise...

Our emotions flowing slow yet momentous - in some state between solid and liquid - my magma crashing into your ocean...

The heat our your intensified breathing... on my neck, my chest...

Us, both, unable to form words... we create a new language of sounds and exhales and pauses...

This is tantric... this is medatative... exotic and erotic... profound and provacative... deep yet weightless... beautifully fierce...

I’m using my lips like extra fingertips... just because i’m so in love with how you feel - idk if this can be even called a kiss...

But with this, I christen each inch of you as beautiful... each touch of yours as magical... each breath of yours as sacred...

And being unwrapped from my guards and masks... and then soulfully interwined, purely, with you -spectacular you - is surely beyond incredible...

I am entranced by the ‘what’ and ‘how’ of what you do to me.. for me... with me...

I am passioned by every thought of you... we are what others would call "impossible"...

We call this... ‘Us’...”

-Pati3ntWo1f (10202019)

Employed (unfin)

Could you imagine if i got payed to think about you? Punching the clock and Putting in overtime till my body collapses, then recoup. Earn a promotion from Imagining to Listening to you. Not a word, just observe and learn your truths, study your flukes, research your muses and play witness to your beauties...

Could you imagine if i got not noticed by you... the CEO, President, CFO, Sole Proprietor, Founder, Goddess, My Queen? Elevated from Listening to Consulting... working towards Sharing, but right now i must prune and harvest and glean the cropping seeds of my own soul’s soil, in hopes that the fruits i bare become more than enough for me, and begin to be enough for us.

Could you imagine, now that I’m Allowed to insert opinion, i earn acceptance via my quality, not my frequency.... - unfinished

-Pati3ntWo1f (10132019)

10112019

I’ll state my intentions like they were a poetic password to be played off of my lips sincerely and into your ear sweetly...

an offering, to your goddess, of my soul - to come and taste of it and know that i am one with my truth...

I will bow and kneel, submitting myself to your waist... pleading with my wet lips upon yours for your acceptance - of me - to moisten and flow and grant me access to you, yours, heaven...

I’ll play praises upon your vessel with my fingertips, positioned around you like one would be if passionately playing the cello - as a cellist is to their instrument - your body being my instrument that i focus on; study on; practice on; repeatedly earning my way from “a gifted talent, yet a Passionate Novice” to “Purely remarkable Professional” to “Mastery”... mastering the art of keeping you with me, safely, ever-prepared, and In Tune... mastering the personal connection and the art of this instrument -your vessel - to the point inwhicb either of our names is inseparable from the other... and on demand or at whim i can bring angelic vibrations, in the form of pleasure’s song, up from within you and resounding out from you... a symphany of sensations made by two acting as one.

-Pati3ntWo1f

Come To Me

“I want your lips on mine. And mine all over you.

Come to me... let me accept you as you are... place kisses on your emotional scars... caress your insecurities

Come to me... let me praise your imperfections as beauty... and convince your doubts that they’re just mile markers for how far you’ve grown

Come to me... let me hold you so closely that your burdens become mine... with an intimacy so intense we forget our burdens and all other limits

Come to me... let me into the darkest corners of your mind and feel me brighten it with my smile... like the moon reflecting the joy you bring me

Come to me... so i may be your pillow on which you find rest... your comforter to warm the parts of your heart that froze for preservation and safe keeping

Come to me... so i may play in your hair while softly talking in your ear... telling you the endless fantasies you inspire

Come to me... so i may persuade your body and mind to climax together in a collective epiphany...

So i may see your eyes become windows to your soul and mesmerize me with its loving nature...

May I read the language your body speaks and translate each of its thoughts into your pleasures...

Come to me... so we can achieve heights and depths not possible alone...

Confidently lost in the realms we transcend to...

Just... C’mere!"

-Pati3ntWo1f (09212019)

Questioning Butterlfies

“After the determined caterpillar climbs its heights and death defyingly dangles from its limbs and commits to a CrossFit Games effort to cocoon itself… there is nothing to say that its cocooned transformation is painless. In a state too vulnerable for the everyday elements it exists in, left with a shield like barrier and itself, it submits itself to a process that literally resculpts its entire being. And there is no evidence that it just slumbers peacefully; or basks - spa like - im a sauna of in-depth and intrinsic and intimate transformation. Physically and mentally. This being is being equipped to fly. One, that could only walk, is now expected to be adept to and have the awareness of one whose means of transports is inexperienced and virtually unfathomable. And there is no evidence that this transformation is painless. As such, I no longer imagine or anticipate my transformative moments or years to be pleasant, or calm, or comfortable. I now prepare for the fears of vulnerability; the burns of recasting my metaphorical heart; the blunt traumas of forced change; the spasms of exhaustion; the fatigue of trying to understand and link past, through my present into my future. And there is no promise that I can even fathom the awareness, comprehension, and/or the innate instinct that i will become. I wish that I could ask the transforming caterpillar: ‘What keeps you going? Do you even know what a butterfly is? Do you even want to change?’ Because I have been burdened, I have climbed and begun to cocoon myself (out of instinct, off of reaction) and amidst being fully committed to seeing this transformation through - I’m finding myself vastly under-aware and under-prepared… and that is slowly becoming okay. I remind myself to, ‘Trust your Nature’... and then… forcefully Trust my Nature , again… until I have transcended form - anew.” - Pati3ntWo1f (09132019)

“Be strong in your pride as a woman! Let him take you until he tires, but still leave him wanting. Be a woman he can’t consume.” - Yujiro Hanma, “Baki”(Netflix)

Two Moons

A hidden universe with 2 moons and No Sun. Yet they glow. Reflecting the other’s light. Never knowing from which the glow shown first. There was no conception... they ever were and always been. Two moons. Not twins. Complimentary. Two moons... and deep seas, colored the shades of earth’s sky at sunset. Here tides move differently. The swells are emotional. The ever starry skies are a daily devotional to the countless beauties they create out of any moment. These two moons. Revolving around each-other, their gravity is felt like magnetism, a tingling in the air. They almost seem to stare... endlessly delighted with the other, yearning for the other. Its sensual the way they eclipse, seamlessly one. The universe is electric. And they are... Mmmmm... inspiring.

-Pati3ntWo1f

I must try! Wishing...

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

“I feed my angels and my demons. Set them at a table before me and we all feast. Each flashing tooth and fang and clawing for their choice morsels to be selfishly consumed. It's interesting how often their influence subsides and their interests change and move on, once they’ve sampled what they desire. I am slave to no vice. Our satisfactions and displeasures will forever change. See, the awakening I’ve come to is this… my angels, my demons, they are MINE. So I nurture them and discipline them the same, as though pets or subservient subjects to my Mastery and Sovereignty.” - Pati3ntWo1f

Prompt: worshiping her as an idol

I play, I praise, I work to churn her buttermilk to cream, whipped/ her presence is a celebration, her arrival is a gift/ i only crave what she supplies, rebuke what she denies/ seek blessings from her lips, find salvation between her thighs/ her touch and whispers are my holy scriptures, her embrace and moans are my hallelujah hymn/ in truth, genuineness, and intent she receives me as i am, grace and sin/ in her i want, i desire, i am fulfilled, for she is vital/ the only goddess i know is love, only love i know is you... in full bloom, when worshipped as an idol

-Pati3ntWo1f

Be my E

Be my ecstasy

Quicken the pace of my heart

Lightly dress confidence over my vulnerability

Just enough

Lead me to get lost

In the sensation of your touch

Timeless these moments

Ours

Tempt me to obsess, ensensed

How gooooood you feel against my skin

Every sound you make

A cascading serenade

With my heart, my thoughts, my body

I dance

Swayed by you

-Pati3ntWo1f

Our Present Progressive

On the first day... they met, they were both completely there in that same place, right then. They touched. They kissed. They held. They dreamed...

On the second day... they were comfortable there, belonged there, completely there in that same place, right then. They grasped and gripped. They pulled close and encompassed. They took turns sucking lips and losing themselves in the other’s gaze. They fantasized...

On the third day... they were not there, but they were in the same place, completely, and had always been. They consumed and were consumed. They shared breaths and were one flesh. They were the fuel for idea, the stirring of the soul, the boundless of the body. They became into becoming and never left... a present progressive defying confines of time and structure... They sparked, created and made, they are...

Loving...

-Pati3ntWo1f

Complimentary Souls

May our bodies be

instruments, and may

our vibrations of intent

be received as song

May its wordless serenade

awaken the infinite within

us, and our galaxies

- down to the atom -

dance and create a chemistry

That only complimentary souls

can.

-Pati3ntWo1f

Follow me to you

“Feels great to step back from the moment and see yourself and how breath-taking you've become. I am priveleged that my attempts have reached u,through the fog and chatter; and that u let me lead u to my view point - from where I look upon all that is you. Any awe is not my doing. My credit is only leading you. The view, my view, what has inpspired each word of mine that has moved you to feel and question (in disbelief) how i could see, feel, speak into you as such... is solely you... your doing... your being.”

-Pati3ntWo1f

No Makeup

“And everything that makes you attractive is still on display and seen and recognized to be no less inspiring and enticing than when u powder, perfume, prompt and pose”

-Pati3ntWo1f

Crazed

I'm crazed by how the thought of you overwhelms my immediately/ and expodiciously exposes my vulnerability exceedingly/ needing this fix, shock, wake up call/ to awaken my ability to be enthralled/ shock becomes awe as numb becomes dumb/ to the sensation that mundane can make ones sensation become/ u conquered (my defenses) I saw (felt u while senseless) we came (and climax consistent)/ forever changed (ever-present and persistent)/ for I thought and dreamed and knew you/ I wished and believed and knew you/ I doubted and denied, coward and lied to myself in the face of your truth/ knowledge of you is spiritual, protecting you is ritual/ wanting you is now habitual, as the idea of living without you is minescule/

-Pati3ntWo1f

That’s the goal. Once achieved... one’s practice in “mastering the art of living” becomes effortless; additionally, one becomes capable of enjoying the pinnacles of each emotion - or idea - as intended.

I complete me.