I Bare Myself Under The Light Of The Moon.
I bare myself under the light of the moon.
Vulnerable, open, I give you my all.
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Moon.....
Hard to find that moment that two become one. Not just one, but intertwined so tightly one can not find a seam.
My mind is at peace under the moonlight.
I find comfort in her, while my thoughts never stop turning in my mind, she dulls the noise of my tornado so all I hear is heartbeat.
My heart beats for her, aches when she's away, hurts when her rays afflicted by clouds and the storms of life, and I can't feel her light bathe my skin.
I wake and look for you.
I go to rest at night, only after I've let you be the last memory I have.
I love you, my moon, my good girl. ♥️🌝
I yearn to take you to the beach, where you can be truly free, let you be lost in the ryrhmic sounds of the water lapping onto the smooth sand.
The wind lifting up the scents of salt and seaweed, fine particles of dry sand cling faintly on your skin.
To let you rest under the sun.
To see you swim in the water.
To watch you fall asleep with book on the shore.
To have night, overtake the day, to need to layer up on clothes, to watch the beautiful moonlight, caress the surface of the waves.
To have a small fire near by, it's tendrils of smoke weaving into the darkness.
To cling to you, to bury myself deep inside you, to make love to you, under the stars, our sounds going unheard, except to Mother nature, to get lost into each other in the moment.
“I find the sea to be both a natural expression of our human world, and a healing balm for it.” By pastel artist Jeanne Rosier Smith.
Don't be stubborn, don't be stupid.
If your moon, shines for you..... Use it!
Absorb it.
Soak it in.
Close your eyes, fall to your knees, spread your arms wide, if you feel led.
But do not turn your back from it, especially when it's what you desperately need and desire.
Love....
Love isn't just holding hands, soft caresses or love letters.
Sometimes you have to cut, bruise the ones you love to see their self worth.
Love is painful.
Love can hurt, if it doesn't maybe you don't really love.
A constant ache, a thought that slides through all other thoughts.
Love can be irrational, love can be dark, love can taste like tears.
I love you my moon.
Solar eclipse by Gallery 360
Craving my moon right now........
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My main, my love letter, have other blogs primarily written word. (Taken by my Libra moon, my soul mate, my inspiration, my best friend and my unconditional love ) 43-♍-INFP-T
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