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sleepinsidemysoul: goodnight stars ⭐ goodnight moon 🌙And goodnight you kღ
sleepinsidemysoul: “Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way” ― Pablo Neruda
sleepinsidemysoul: A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament. Oscar Wilde
sleepinsidemysoul:remember pen pals…okay perhaps not but i do and i made more friends corresponding in letters that had an envelope and stamp… i met them on mail.in words…and they were fabulous….now i have had the fortune of meeting some wonderful
sleepinsidemysoul: words don’t have to be “dirty” to take your breath away….these will do
sleepinsidemysoul: You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled, and sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers. You will remember those gifts from the earth: indelible scents, gold clay, weeds in
sleepinsidemysoul:good morning…
sleepinsidemysoul: the birth of voyeurism ….. My favorite part about going to clubs was voyeuring others. Super fun watching others!!
sleepinsidemysoul:goosebumps…natures silent way of showing one is extremely titillated
sleepinsidemysoul:visually stunning… levels and depths of intimacy…insert sigh here…
sleepinsidemysoul: Mary Mary quite contrary…..how does your garden grow
sleepinsidemysoul: Exhaustion can make a woman beautiful. Hair wet clinging to her skin arms tied in place in case her exhaustion subsides…..drenched … In the rhapsody of his orchestration ©k
sleepinsidemysoul: It hurts when it hurts, his teeth breaking skin ….the craving….the desire…pain…but the aching will pass….and his bite marks will last …lucky girl ღk
sleepinsidemysoul: Stairway to spring… and beyond thatIn time 🌷k
sleepinsidemysoul: “…she bloomed in his hands.” — Anais Nin, ‘Little Birds’ (via 69honeybeez1)
sleepinsidemysoul: The room grew so quiet the only sound was ice melting in his glassand the pounding of her heart…… and the butterflies
sleepinsidemysoul:a simple touch…
sleepinsidemysoul: There are moments when, what ever the position of the body, the soul is on its knees. Victor Hugo . .
sleepinsidemysoul: “It’s wonderful to feel desired. There’s a sense of power in it, really.” ― Nancy Horan
sleepinsidemysoul: grit-and-gasoline: Here where there is no noise to irritate the souls….just the beauty to endure …peace and clarity of mind
sleepinsidemysoul: a woman hungry with desire ….each with certain tastes of sexuality….be it sensual….romantic….rough…she feels every sensation …she cant help herself…she just reacts…her body responds the only way it knows how…. excited
sleepinsidemysoul: a gift ….presented properly and with respect. that is what she has longed to be…wearing her attire as one in her position should …the perfect bow…the perfect red …the perfect choice to be waiting on His bed.
sleepinsidemysoul:For years this, my mantra….now being understood where erotica and sensuality begin. Anyone can fuck…. But not everyone understands that of all human interactions being bare and exposed is from the inside out. Naked is aesthetically
sleepinsidemysoul: ღk
sleepinsidemysoul: Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it. Anais Nin
sleepinsidemysoul: ♥ღk
sleepinsidemysoul:mr-e-us:‘Scuse me but I’m missing my glass(es) of nightcaps. And it’s closing time. 😕
sleepinsidemysoul: And sometimes…we don’t want to come back ღk
sleepinsidemysoul: Covered by masks and veils of innocence and incidences….
sleepinsidemysoul: “The strength of a man isn’t seen in the power of his arms. It’s seen in the love with which he EMBRACES you.” ― Steve Maraboli
sleepinsidemysoul: to kiss her like that …she is being given the greatest gift…not just the passionate kisses alone….no….she is being invited by you …to taste your soul ©k♥ღ
sleepinsidemysoul:It’s that time of night…
sleepinsidemysoul: The heart is not simply suspended in a body but in a culture, a place, a time. ~Mimi Guarneri, The Heart Speaks Beautiful
sleepinsidemysoul: Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot. David Herbert Lawrence i can honestly say….this has always been ….hot! ~ k
sleepinsidemysoul: i was taught at a very young age that to remind myself of something, tie a bow on my finger…..anatomy might not have been my strong suit but i never forgot anything…..neither did anyone else ;)
sleepinsidemysoul: He took what was his and uncovered it all …Her body~ her secrets ~her pleasures ~her soul ♥ღk
sleepinsidemysoul: I would promise you anything… the moon the stars and the most beautiful sunrise if you would lay me down and write poetry or prose… even just one word etched into my tender skin merely to feel your talented hands touch me. ©♥ღk2017
sleepinsidemysoul: ChillingAs it skips across my neck and breastsSearing your fingertipsSuggestively gliding my bodyIntense heat dispensingOn to my black satin dressIntense painI scream out for you to stopImmense pleasureI whimper for you to continueThe
sleepinsidemysoul: live a little before time slips away…
sleepinsidemysoul: Sheer confidence
sleepinsidemysoul:preciously-me: © Martial Lenoir those are the eyes of a woman that is longing for what she may not be sure…. as if walking in the rain cleanses your soul clears your mind and makes everything feel fresh and new again… that
sleepinsidemysoul:gentledoveseyes:Hold on…. High heels have many purposes
sleepinsidemysoul: not only the serenity of the quiet water and soft ending light of day….but her thoughts seem just as serene and guarded against…the unknown and the unseen
sleepinsidemysoul: We age, we may not always look our best, sometimes as women we are shunned by our looks alone…. Does it hurt? It can if we let it. But if we are WHO we are and are happy with ourselves…. That’s what matters …and if you don’t
sleepinsidemysoul: i would walk to find you in rain or darkness if i knew it was you waiting for me when i arrived
sleepinsidemysoul:temps-tueur: time to close my eyes..to sleep, perchance to dream..sleep tight goodnight ღk
sleepinsidemysoul: there is a season that becomes her….whether it is the season of her growth…or the season that disallows her the happiness she was striving for…which ever one it may be…. as all the seasons that we truly do know…they each
sleepinsidemysoul: Paint by NUMBER
sleepinsidemysoul:ballata:One guess what’s on her mind.. any answer works … it’s your scenario @absolutely100percent fiction or fruition my friend… 🤗 ready?
sleepinsidemysoul: He watched her and said what a good girl an I 🌙⭐️
sleepinsidemysoul: bigdino42: tallmichiganman: Always. Yes Yes…. Please
sleepinsidemysoul: jadelein: “Forehead kisses isn’t just for girls.” Forehead kisses are never nor should they be gender specific. 💋❤️💋
sleepinsidemysoul: Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. William Shakespeare
sleepinsidemysoul: Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.” ― Mandy Hale,
sleepinsidemysoul: now that we have your attention
sleepinsidemysoul: I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy. Anais Nin
sleepinsidemysoul: going for a walk …..but something tells me not for long ♥ღ
sleepinsidemysoul: “I want to be the victim of his errors.” ― Marquis de Sade
