Those moments
when gasps accelerate
the notion of passion that
coveted imagination
allows the mind to travel
inside the fantasy
of sweet alluring desire,
the idea of release,
a wanton wish
to travel inside her world
while she might indeed wrap
her own lips around
his select posture,
the two then lost inside
one another,
gathering storm
whereby the reality of a certain
soul-framing outcome
would match the ache
our hearts feel
when alone.
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~
 | a quiet man on Thoughts |
 | Abhishek pathania on Dark Winds |
| a quiet man on Mourning |
 | erroneouschoices on Mourning |
| a quiet man on When In Love |
Curving back within myself I create again and again.
A collection of beautiful thoughts, pictures and information
A blog of my struggles with mental illness, social isolation and being transgender n a hostile world.
I read, I write, I sketch. For fun.
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination- Albert Einstein
Poetry and words
A place where you can be human.
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
Sharing my little corner of the world
A Place to Enjoy the Beauty All Around us.
Maximum Exposure
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
Downpour
Brett Kristian
"She believed she could, so she did." 🌙
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
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