As He Was Inside Me, With His Weight On Top Of Me, He Kissed Me On My Forehead Softly Again And Again-

"I crave and desire you."

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Because without looking for you, I find you everywhere, especially when I close my eyes.

- #Abdullah #AbdullahBook #KittyCat

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

If your hand can move through my body and touch my heart, what would you feel emanating from it?

Sorrow and emptiness in the dark black spaces hallowed out where loved ones were lost and their seats are empty? Telling you I'll never be the same person I was before those losses.

Hypervigilance which has my heart in a constant state of alert for potential threats around me from past traumas? Always aware of my surroundings. Compassion and Empathy in great vibrations through your fingertips telling you I often put other people's feelings ahead of my own?

Avoiding conflicts to save any bad feelings to the other person, keeping my feelings to myself often to keep the peace, even if that means sacrificing what I truly feel and want. Overly understanding and kindness you feel moving in slow soft waves over your hand-so others don't feel how I've been feeling, and it can turn their whole day around into a smile?

Welcoming pure love telling you I made a home for you in a special stained-glass colored place in my heart so I can always embrace you there? Innocence beaming that's almost childlike swinging high on a swing in the golden sunshine, holding a yellow dandelion flower in my hand as my feet can almost touch the clouds in the blue sky without a care in the world?

Romance that makes my delicate feminine soul look like pink pastel hues, and feels like a white doily lace on an old antique side table with an ivory Tiffany lamp warmly illuminated by the light through the drapes?

Passion searing hot red flames with heat that would scorch you until you learn to tame and control it till it surrenders to you? Desire and sensuality in the corners ready to lure you with the look of my eyes and a devilish smirk in my smile?

All that you can feel with just one touch. One graze of your fingertips sliding down as your hand is cascading through.

So Fu*k my soul and feel me entirely- to know me completely, honestly, and wholly with you in it.

-©️ Abdullah.

"The world is asleep and we don't get enough of each other."

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If someone wants you in their life, they will do anything to keep you in it.

And if they don't want you in their life, absolutely nothing you do or say will make them change their mind.

Stop trying. Do not beg anyone to want you. You are much more worthy than that.

There are moments in life when you are faced with decisions that feel impossible, where every choice seems to pull you in opposite directions. Often, one of these choices may involve letting go of something or someone you deeply care about, knowing that it will break your heart in the process. It can feel like an unbearable weight—like you’re choosing pain over comfort. Yet, within this heartache lies an unspoken truth: sometimes, the hardest choices are the ones that bring you the most peace. Letting go, though excruciating, can clear the path for healing, growth, and the space needed to breathe again. It may not be immediate, but peace often follows when we allow ourselves to step away from something or someone that no longer serves us.

It’s a bittersweet realization that peace isn't always the absence of pain, but rather the courage to embrace the discomfort of necessary change. It requires a kind of inner strength to make the choice that feels like it's unraveling your heart, yet trust that it is stitching back together something more aligned with who you are becoming. In the end, it’s not about avoiding hurt but about finding the freedom to live authentically and at peace with yourself. And though the road may be painful, it is through this heartache that we often find the clarity and resilience needed to step into a future where we are whole again.

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How the coming of the dusk dissolves the laces of the splint that holds you together during the day, and the desperate sadness that follows can be anesthetized only with sleep.

The heaviness of opening your eyes the next morning when you realize that you’ve begun another day of grief, so pervasive that it removes even the taste from the food that you eat.

#Abdullah

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