Coming from 3 hour bus rides and a good thigh boosting hills I find myself looking up.
I spend a lot of time wondering how things come to be and I realized that it’s my focus.
So I try to focus on something good.
Happy Sunday everyone …
Namaste is the way to zen
Whispering hollows of satisfaction and lust as it turns into love.
Trust pushed to the boundaries of one’s soul the anticipation grows deeper.
The depths of our energy exchange ignites a fire of pure passion and seduction.
We become one body one mind one entity flowing through this universe together.
C L Cunningham
It’s Friday my beautiful souls and we need to approach this day as we do them all. With love and compassion. I hope your turn day turns out beautiful.
“When neither is attended,and I think the nightingale if she should sing by day when every goose is cackling-Amelia Bassano aka William Shakespeare… (The merchant of Venice-Act V, Sc.1
I stumbled upon a cup of tea in the mournings light and found her name in the stars amongst the God’s of then when love was written with a pen covered by blood ink -C L Cunningham/ Amelia Bassano
Little Simz vibe with my mind at ease.
It’s easy to please with my fingertips vibrating on the main screen of your mind.
But can you find time to understand my ever flowing stream of desire for you?
Come with me through this facade that we’re playing.
Another day to stay away from the truth.
Shadow of what we used to be yet still beginning to find our way home.
The Summer of 2018
By C L Cunningham
Methodically the summer breeze sets my mindset at ease as I lay in this chair. Legs up and messy pineapple puff I type away with thoughts of you.
I don’t know what you’re doing right now or even if you’re alone. Yet all I want to do is be next to you.
Light touches and a warm embrace. If life is a race into those arms I’m in first place as I reach for your love to pull me towards you.
My dinner date for two as hours turn into weeks and weeks into months as I wait for the universe to bring you to me or me to you.
Some would call me foolish for hoping but hoping is better than dreaming so why shouldn’t I love you at my best?
I’ve seen you search for me even when you didn’t know what you were searching for and still our hearts found one another.
We are beyond magic.
We are infinite and that’s all we’ll ever need.
Psychedelic tunnels and supersonic dreams.
That time when everyone and everything got stuck between a voice.
Was it from the heavens above or the hell below?
It’s never really easy to know when the world is hazy.
And being crazy starts to be more fun than staying sane.
Trained up the mind hoping the heart would follow.
Turns out that the heart has a mind of its own.
Resounding scream of a parallel tale. Turned a heartfelt dream into a fairytale.
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What is touch? I mean really touching. I know it can be considered an action and I know it can be considered a feeling. I guess I’m just wanting it to be so much more.
An emotional response to the need of something. The need to feel or to be felt. Intellectually or physically. The need to go a step further.
Life is full of exceptions. It can be twisted and turned into whatever the mind’s eye desires at the time.
When I learned that today’s question was what touch am I grateful for. I had to pause and think. I’m grateful for touch being a multi dimensional concept.
From the touch of fingers to the touch of the heart. From the touch of emotions to a touch of irrational perception just before falling apart. From the tips of my hands to the lips on my face. The touch of a memory that I just can’t erase.
Today I’m going to let words become my favorite touch of passion.
Here’s a digital poem that I wrote. I hope it touches your soul.
C. L Cunningham
Here’s to the weekend 🌹
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