Love, poetry

Musings: Fate

Fate is like the ocean that comes swooping into the shore. The ricocheting essence

overwhelming you yet, soothing you.

Fate is the unknown, leading you to your one. To your purpose.

Fate bringing two souls together, connecting them, interlocking them through the lifetime and the here-after.

Shocking you, moving you. Fixing your missing enigmas and putting you together.

Gifting you your light, your meaning, your purpose.

Suddenly life makes sense.

Creating series of circumstances like a domino, trembling your core when you are at the crest.

Two aching souls bind, unite through the purity of their love.

Fate is the unknown.

Fate is the essence enriching, radiating your light.

Two souls intertwining, seeking, finding, and loving each other.

The unknown is where you find love.

He is my one.

He is my unknown.

He is my fate.

Now I know.

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Creative Writing, poetry

Unspoken Words

Watchfully gazing from a distance, as his face lights up. The corner of his eyes crinkling, delving into the skin as his eyes beam brightly. With his mouth tilting upwards into a radiant smile like the luminescent moonlight illumining, bringing my soul alive. His darkened complexion enhanced his strong features, his eyes twinkling like two celestial orbs. His dimples deepening as his smile enriches, beautifying his already handsome face. Whispering his name as I look up, watching in all its magical glory.

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Creative Writing, Story

Darkness vs. Light

Darkness looming behind her eyes, as her chest tightens. “No” she screams. “Please, leave me alone” she whispers as sweat drenches her face, tremors shaking her body as she screams, yet, feels like no-one can hear her agonizing cries. Her mouth moving in futile, as no sound escapes her lips. Her breathing uneven as oxygen blocks her airways. Tears streaming down her face as she relives the doom. Her pain, anguish worsening, pinching at her skin ricocheting through her body. “No. Please leave me alone” she whispers whilst her voice breaks, her cries swallowing her screams, her mind capturing her screams.

In an instant, I sit up, my hair stuck to my skin. Tears stricken face, licking my dry lips to add moisture back only to taste the salty tang of my tears. Clenching my hands in fists on my head, as I begin to curl up bringing my legs to my chest. Trying to forget the night terrors that never escapes me, wanting to be released from the shackles. My chest releasing the tightness that it held as I catch my wavering breath. Inhaling… Exhaling… Closing my eyes, feeling the surge of magnetizing energy that surrounds me, feeling my body connect with my soul.

“I am okay. I am safe. I am alive” I chant in repeated motions, releasing the tension from my body.

My muscles unclenching and memories slithering back into the back of my head. Removing the remnants of clothing, I open the bedside drawer and pick up the toy from the back of the drawer. Laying down on my back as I force myself to forget, living in pretense and blocking my mind of unwanted memories. Closing my eyes, as I enter my happy place, my safety net. Allowing my fingers to explore the soft, suppleness of skin. Reaching up to my breasts, kneading them. Circling around the nipples, enjoying the soft sensations that are rising. Gently squeezing them as I play with them, the feelings of pleasure going through my stomach, down my clit. The act of touching myself, stimulating arousal.

Opening my legs wide, bringing them up with my feet flat on the mattress. I slide my fingers down my body to my clit, feeling the moisture that arose. Picking up the vibrator, I press it against my body relishing at the gentle sensations that my body radiates, moving it down and pressing it against the clitoris. Eliciting a moan as the pulses from the vibrations move through my body, deepening as I pinch a nipple. The pleasure shooting straight down my clit, the fervency of the intensity arising “him” I murmur. Clenching the mattress in fists as the blissful sensations build, increasing the vibrations with toes curling and eyes going at the back of my head. Rocking my body against the mattress as the throbbing heightens and my chest becomes alight. “His” I moan as the pulsating trembles unleashes the dam, reaching the earth shattering orgasm, as my body quivers. Heightening the levels as I ride out my orgasm. Feeling the aftermath of the act sliding down, my body floating and feeling light. My muscles lax as sleep washes over me.

(A little segment from a story I am currently writing. Thank you for reading).

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Creative Writing, poetry

Connections

Connections happen slowly, sinking within every inch of your soul.

Connections happen in an instant, sparks shooting through your veins.

Staying in your mind, leaving you guessing how and why you’ve met them.

Wanting more of their presence.

What do I get with you entering my life the way you did?

Is this destiny? Is this fate? Is this circumstantial? Was it created by coincidences?

Was it to learn? Was it to heal?

The cosmos aligning two souls, meeting each other for the first time, however it maybe.

The living being, enveloping you into a world where it is just you and him. No judgement, where happiness lives within us. His body providing you with warmth, security, and comfort. His skin against your skin electrifying the air surrounding you, your body feeling alive.

How they can leave with a blink of an eye.

The small moments that you lived with him, you rewind in your mind like a broken record. Holding onto him because you know there is no-one like him.

How it never matters for the distance for, your soul and his soul are intertwined together. You feel him around you, his presence consuming you, your heart longing for him.

Catching yourself daydreaming, wondering how his day is going, is he okay? What is he doing at this moment? Hoping he is safe and well, wanting to experience living in his world just once.

Wondering if he is doing the same too….

(This is a segment part of a creative writing I am currently doing. Had the urge to share it. Much Love, Konijja)

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