A Yearning for Passion

LStill thinking of the time when I could comfort myself in you. Rush to someone who could embrace me without worry or consequence. Be there and take solace in pleasing one another for understanding, one that transcended our understanding. Knowing that we gave a warm save haven to each other, working overtime to get our expression of passion to be conveyed to one another through intense depth of pleasure. We only needed touch to send millions of words in only a couple strokes of immediate passion. We understand our hearts in that raw expression for connection.

I feel like, truth be told, the truth was never told. Let it be known that I think you hide in your rigidity to conform and hide. In order to shadow something you do not wish to show. The connection of your choice now is, gossip. Sweet half- dreams of the mouth. Where pleasure is kept circling in oneself never to be shared but absorbed and defiled. Still, no thrill could fill what the pure exchange of love could recreate. Reveal what it is that you hide and no consequence will come of it except the exit of connection. The tearing up of trust will happen but the escalation of truth causes all heads to roll equally.

Truth is the ending of negativity...which is the end of endings. Negativity depresses the one who sends it due to the distance one has to have in order not to be sucked in by its pull. The more distant you become the more you become less of yourself and more of the world. Care for yourself and do AND think for others the way you would think/do for yourself.

War and Sex are the same except we do them differently....and there is never a victor because in both, we share the same fate, Unconditional Love ❤️ or Unbearable Death ☠️.