tales of a full moon faye

mind blowing orgasmic ecstatic connection... any questions?

in a moment i notice everything is even more amusing. i’m not sure how the feeling keeps intensifying, but it’s undeniable. i’m locked into some kind of portal. She’s got a grip on me. chills. i feel Her so deep. deep as He will be. everywhere within me. every cell. melting. Him into me into a sea of ecstasy over and over until we can’t remember anything.

tumbling in the sheets.

tumbleweeds.

everything feels eternal.

i wouldn’t mind rolling down a foreverlong no-clear-horizon desert road together. stopping by a river every so often to cool off. sounds like neutral to me. with just the right amount of deviance.

sometimes i remember my habit is trying too hard. putting in so much effort without giving myself a chance to calibrate and meet the moment gracefully. clenching against it. bracing.

i like to live poetically because it feels good to look at what’s mundane with eyes full of the spark of possibility.

pleasure is everywhere when i let myself go there. there are no rules about how i must process experience. i get to claim my pleasure every day in every way i wish. the painful myths of suffering? i’m dispelling all of them. creating my own mythology.

archetypes in action.

moving as a new (way of) being.

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innocent

glorious

whore

bitch

romeo

and

juliet

juxtapositions

arrangements so forbidden they’re pleasing

i bite my tongue at the requests i want to make

my abode only invites visitors whose lips are

ever as clever as my own

an eye for an eye

because eye give you everything

it’s only fair.

- ecstatic poetry overwhelm release

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we’re meeting around 6

a secret room we’ve been circling for weeks.

my only requests are coming and chocolate.

“Oh, such glorious chocolate,” He tells me. well, this is going to be delicious.

no wonder the overwhelm has come upon me. i cry in release. let emotion move. i’m positively buzzing. can’t contain it, and i don’t try to. have you ever noticed how much simpler things get when you let resistance go? when rather than gripping against the experience, you let it fill you?

deeper into the moment.

nervousness brings me to the deck where i dance and dance a twirling thing - like little girls spinning round not knowing - not needing to. being moved by all these feelings, life animating them. just enjoying the moment. the sensation.

spinning, yes. often a reflection of my consciousness.

i need to let the nuance of my body speak. that’s where i see the organization. it’s not clear to anyone but me, usually, that i’m an absolute mess inside. the precision is what i show most people.

i breathe. slow. pace myself. notice the abundance of feeling.

heart opening. usually this does the trick - gets me deeper into the still point of my heart beat where i can lull myself into a rhythm subtler than the influx of everything all at once. focus. that’s what it is.

presence.

let me notice just one thing. this moment. this breath.

instead of dancing, i realize it’s time for meditation. sitting. oh how i’ve been resisting that lately.

up the stairs i go. so nervous it takes me 20 minutes of rearranging and organizing and making sure everything is in its place, to sit down on a pillow and do nothing.

the contrast does not escape me. duality. you need one to know the other. deepest pain, deepest pleasure. sensory deprivation, sensory inebriation.