Category Archives: Spiritual connections

Stealth jumper

She hid in a doorway of shop

Within the neon lit maze of the city,

A gaping hole from a shot wound,

Her long dark hair and slender figure

Kept her hidden within the shadows,

The leather all in one suit

Offered some protection against the constant rain

And kept her warm in the steamy environment,

All the time she kept an eye out for those seeking to find her,

All the time she kept an eye out for the portal

The portal that would allow her to jump

To another realm and buy her time to escape

And finally she could see it,

Glinting and pulsing in a dark alleyway just down the street

It was on the opposite side of the street,

She would need to run close to buildings and the cross at speed,

She did this with stealth and when it came for time to cross with speed

The whole street lit up with the fire of guns,

She focused on the portal as gunshots flicked and sped past her,

She felt a sharp pain to her thigh and then her bicep

But stopping was not a option and slowing down meant death

She then leapt diving at the portal as it glistened and a doorway opened,

The portal vanished from the alley.

Now she lay in a bed of undergrowth,

In a dark green forest with the sun shining through the leaves,

The forest trees were huge,

Suddenly searing pain caught her attention

She was safe for now

But unless she got her wounds tended to then death would stalk her,

She rose and saw that she was surrounded by tribal warriors

What was to happen next?

Was she saved or damned?

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A life so squalid

She sits alone

In a place she calls home

A flat she rents

In the undesirable zone

She sits in darkness

Her only light a flickering

Neon sign outside

It’s a if from the world

She is trying to hide

But that is not the case at all

It’s just that’s she’s fallen

And the was no safety net

That was in place to catch her

So she finds herself

Living a life so squalid

Working in bars just to get by

Among the drunks, the addicts

Under the Neon haze

Where life ebbs and fades away

But she dreams of salvation

In the form of a knight in shining armour

Who will come save her and lift her out

Of this depressing life

Lift her up to the warmth of the sunlight

Out of this cold dark existence in which she now lives

Sitting in the darkened room

She desperately dreaming

Hoping her life may discover new meaning.

Happy after all

He fell in love with somebody

he should not have fallen in love with,

she toyed with him, teased him

broke his heart, leaving him for dead,

there was blood on the ceiling, blood on the floor,

she could not have damaged him any more,

now he looks back at what he call his Valentines Day Massacre,

looked back and saw just how cruel she was

but her recovered his senses and recovered his love

and decided that he would rise above,

all of the pain and anguish she caused

and decided he would live happy after all.

A lift home into the sensual zone

 

She had to stay at work late one night

Spoke with her husband he said that’s alright

she said she would make her own way home

he said that’s fine but don’t do it on her own.

As she worked late and it got dark outside

a college asked how much longer she would be

he said I pass your way so he could drop her off

she smiled and said that she was nearly done and would be pleased

to accept his lift and catch a ride with him

and they both finished up they made small talk to the lift

ready for the journey home.

He told her he had noticed her beautiful smile

and how much grace and class she exuded

she thanked him for the compliments

and said she found him pleasing to the eye as well.

Getting in the car in the basement of the office block

he looked at her with a yearning in his heart

she looked back and gave him a full smile

and placed a hand upon his cheek and then they kissed

slow and sensual at first but then with a passion as they both yearned

for the same thing that they both need now and nothing was about to stop them

as she felt him move down and kiss her neck and undo the buttons on her shirt

and she felt his breath as he moved over her chest kissing the top of her breast

she stroked his hair, arched her back and pulled his head in close to her,

his faced nuzzled deep into her breasts as one hand then slipped down

and pulled up her tight little skirt and felt the lace fabric that he thought of

many times before and slipped his hand inside and heard a passionate sigh

as he encroached in side and felt he essence flow and his mind went wild.

She felt such a feeling of pure bliss and loved the taste of his kiss

and she squirmed and she started to grind and thrust he hips

as he helped her essences flow and he legs now fully akimbo

she needed him to full fill her sordid needs and in whispers started to plead

he heard her voice as it echoed through his head and lifted and turned her

so she was faced backward over the seat, with her skirt above her hips

he moved behind her slowly turned her head and placed a long kiss on her lips

and then she them both become one and she felt herself come undone

as he sated her desires and at the same time rose her passions higher

and as she felt his body pressing against hers she savored the animal lust

and could sense the love by him being gentle, not to rough, this was not just sex this was making love

and she approved and she got her hips to move in the same rhythm and time as him

and as they both danced the dance of such delight she felt her heart warm under the basement light

as they both reached that incredible peak that resonated sounds of love right throughout the car from their lips and heart.

As they sat  sitting in the car basking in a silent glow, they both wore smiles

because they both knew that moment was a moment of gold

that would live on in the memories of their mind until they were grey and old

and as she sat skirt still up round her hips and blouse still open she took out her phone

and took a selfie of her self in full glow and sent it to her husband at home

saying that she was now done and would be soon be back on way but was delayed

her husband text back and said that was ok and by they way she looked great

the other man he was lost for words and she smiled and explained they were open in every way so it’s ok

and that it was time that they were on their way, so he drove her home

and as they pulled up outside she thanked for an amazing night

and maybe sometime they could do this again kissed him sensually on the lips

pulled down her skirt did up her blouse and walked away leaving him in a state of disarray

with his thoughts and head spinning he knew not what to say

but would dream of when their paths would cross again

and then drove away.

 

The act

He touched her body for the first time

and she tingled with static electricity

that touch felt so insatiably sublime,

she felt the energy of yearning racing up and down

felt the essence f her being start to flow

she knew that in this moment she had lost control

and she felt the touch of his moving everywhere,

she felt a quivering within that she could hardly bare

but she could not stop it and would if she she could

and now she felt the full force of her sensual mood,

as he turned her around bent her over, so she was face down,

over the kitchen worktop as the lights were down and very little sound,

she felt the short tight dress of hers being lifted round,

her slender hips and she knew that she was ready for this,

she felt his body on hers as he turned her head and kissed

her longing and moistened lips as his hands gripped her by the hips,

she found herself in moment of incredible bliss,

one slow thrust and she did not resist but instead devoured his manly kiss

and as he filled her with desire and lust,

as he sought the rhythm that she loved,

she moaned and murmured and moved in time,

trying to make this moment more and more divine.

This was a dangerous love, of that she knew

but needed this so much there was nothing she could do

and though as she felt him pushing through

the best experiences she once knew,

she was aware that when they were through

she may easily become unglued,

because they were doing something that they should not do

and at that moment where she let herself go,

and in the heat of passion where both their bodies flowed,

she reached the climax of her desire and lust

and savored ever second of his final thrusts.

He then pulled down her dress

and tidied himself up

and left discreetly, her following like they knew they must

and as they walked back into the charming dinner party

she knew they had both broken their partners trust

and she felt the burning heat still on her cheeks

and as his wife smiled at her she thought that she might weep,

the four of them sat their all looking at each other,

and her husband put his hand on leg and said,

‘did that feel divine? did he blow your mind?

because we all just want to spend some time

embracing the feeling of sharing from time to time’,

and I swear her jaw almost hit the floor,

as he opened up a deviant door,

that would see her doing this some more,

and smiled and said ‘that she adored,

the thought of continuing this more and more’

and they agreed that as they all knew the score,

there would be not guilt nor jealousy,

just a connection of physical sex, love and lust,

so no one would feel as though, there was a loss of trust

and they all agreed to agree to this vow,

and all agreed to stand by this pact,

they had all agreed to bring her in with this act

and she smiled happily because she was more that satisfied with that,

knowing that what she just felt, was going to come back,

she was excited and elated by the anticipation of that.

 

 

The curious tale of love

She goes out

He stays home,

She likes to play

He like a to know,

They love each other

Of this they both know,

They both feel

In joint control,

Her desires high

His are low,

He let’s her go

She will always

Come home,

With tales of nights

He loves t to hear,

He glad she finds

The pleasure she needs,

She likes that he

Sets her free

And likes to hear,

How she gets freaky,

To few understand

Neither care,

They both enjoy

He’s willing to share,

He feels secure

Within himself,

He does no get jealous

He has her heart,

She loves him more

Than anyone else,

He has her heart

She’ll never leave,

Though it may

Seem strange to us,

They like to share

The lust, the love,

It works so well

Good luck to them,

That their love

Is so strong

For this arrangement,

She dressed to thrill

Short high dress

He smiles at her appeal

Knows she will get

Just what she needs

Just another night

He is so pleased.

Come together and grow

Let me be the pleasure reaching through you

Touching and toying with sensual intent.

Let me be the one who raises your passionate ardour

Making your body writhe, twist, ache yet melt.

Let me be the one enticing your essence to flow,

While you let your whole self go,

As I drive you to places you long you go,

Discover new things you want to know,

Let us come together and grow.

Voyage of discovery

She felt the hot breath on her neck

And the hand on her firm pert behind

As it stroked and felt it’s way.

In the darkened room

In her tight little dress,

Having drank a little to much

This moment was one she craved.

The kisses on the neck made for a warmth,

That rippled through her body,

Made her body tingle and react.

She felt the hand under her dress now

Felt it exploring her desires,

She melted back against the object that desired her

And felt the arms embracing her,

As now both hands were moving over her

And as they did she moaned and sighed

And squirmed and thrust her body in time

And felt her passion start to increase,

To an almost explosive feat,

She felt the pressure start to mount

As the hands worked her body

To a tantamount point

Where she knew there was no return,

As her body now ached and yearned,

For the moment of release,

Hitting that climactic peak,

Barely able now to speak,

As her breath was fast

And her chest heaved,

Squeezed by hands

Using skilful techniques,

She begged in whispers

For so much more

And in that moment of wanting more,

It was if someone had just opened a door,

To heights of pleasure never felt before,

Her knees buckled and she felt the floor

Beneath her feet begin to melt,

Her heart full of love and lust

Beat fast and hard,

The blood throbbed through her viens

Like an express train

And it was impossible to remain,

In control or dignified, as her body contorted

As her body writhed

Feeling the touch and flow of her essence inside,

She let out a sensual cry

And in a whirling, dizzing moment in time,

Her body let go and so did her mind,

As she succumbed to the pleasure and to the joy,

Of being used as somebody’s toy,

Used in a way she enjoyed,

Making such a lovers noise,

She turned her face and kissed her friend,

Lips full and caressing,

She had yearned to discover this feminine touch

Two firm female bodies writhing as one,

Enjoying and devouring innocent pleasurable fun,

And her whole being coming undone.

Spiritual is not ritual

Spiritual is not ritual,

It is aspirational,

Spontaneous motivational,

Unconditional love and light,

In devotional flight,

To inner self and being

And the casting of benevolence

And peace throughout humanity,

In concordance with compassion.

Dark room of whispers

She loved his tenderness

The attention he gave her,

The subtle way he undressed her

Kissed and tasted every inch of her flesh,

That almost sent her into madness,

That sparked her desire and passion,

She loved the way he made love to her,

The right amount of dominance,

The right amount of surrender,

The right amount of softness and roughness,

Balancing everything he did

To take her to the peak of her unbridled lust.

In this dark room of sexual whispers,

Of pleas and sighs and gratification,

Of full personification of what see wanted, what she needed,

Holding tight and feeling the flow

Of her energetic essence like she had never known.

In this place of whispers

Of fuelled and charged sexual

And sensual as well as spiritual energy,

She let her whole body and mind become unleashed,

In a form of impassioned release of everything within her being.

In the dark room of whispers

He left her to bask in the afterglow,

Still feeling his touch and smelling his scent,

As she text her husband to say that he had left,

So it was alright now to come home.