Duality of Realities

Pages of, descriptive depictions - Because, relentless intent, 
I'm just, sensitive and thinking that, this was meant for a reason,
Must be the season of change and exploration,
This thing that we're making is filled with complications
Yet our destination isn't why we choose this movement;
Slow motion like ocean waves, eroding shores then penetrate
An exciting cycle not to duplicated or repeated,
But with each time we meet, another chapter's reenacted 
By this fascination we share - uncharted territory - we dare...
This fascination we share...we dare...

Pages of, descriptive depictions - Above, patience like incense
We turn with a glow, wonder if there's anyone who knows,
This is meant for a reason, 
Must be the season of change and exhales,
Hearts racing, dreams chasing this things that we're making,
It's filled with complications, yet the current state of matters
Is the only that happens...
Escaping in each others arms becomes the reality 
We wish we could awake,
An exciting cycle replicated in different settings, 
Another chapter's reenacted
By this fascination we share - uncharted territory, 
Yet we're still here...
This fascination we share...we dare...

Pages of, descriptive depictions - Maybe L**e, 
This fascination we share,
Since reality can't compare, our duality becomes the clarity,
We're sensitive to the melody of our lives 
Choosing passion over everything,
This symbolizes more than what everyone is seeing,
It's this thing that we're making, we're filled with complications
Yet our motivation is just being - together, through as many seasons
Of change and exploration, patient waves and penetration,
Because with each time we meet, we dare...
This fascination we share...we dare...

When I Want You

Who wants war, when mornings are made with your smile, lunch with your walk, dinner with your being. I'm seeing life from this perspective, even when it gets hectic, your pressence is a weapon that takes away the stresses.

Who wants peace, when evenings are spent with your voice, prime time with our shows, late night with your toes. I'm living life different, even when its routine, your body on my body, we paint the perfect scene.

Who wants you, when all I do is think about the ways we can live out our days in amazing relations, with spacious engagements, and favorites of favors that never waver. 

Who wants more, when I could have you...

Meeting the Needs of a Truth #20

I’m not sure who wants it more.  I know it’s mine because it responds to me as if I’m in control.  This feeling of conquest, coupled with the anticipation of the return of someone I knew long ago in an another life…I feel energized.  I feel…full of life.  I feel…tensing in my back.  Not anxiety; more so a beckoning for release, as if shackles ripped the skin from dessert dusted ankles as a stumbling walk increases into a scramble for a much needed oasis.  But there are no mirages here…just time, space and opportunity to journey to one man’s land, prepared to allow another to conquer…to rule…to meet the needs of a truth that has been starving for a dose of an alternate reality. 

I'm not sure who wants it more.  I know it’s his because it responds to him as if he is in control.  This feeling of release, coupled with the anticipation of the perfect one to accept my invitation…I feel energized.  I feel…full of life.  I feel…tensing in my thighs.  Not anxiety, more so a yearning for release, as if I’ve been held captive in a dessert, shackled by my ankles when he, my oasis appeared and I find myself stumbling towards him with all my might.  And this is no mirage…just time, space and so much opportunity to explore this new world, to be conquered; then join the conqueror …to rule alongside him, as he meets the needs of the truth that I’ve been starving for…a dose of an alternate reality.