Spiritual Orgasm

We read each other’s minds like vibes and chakras

Ours are perfectly aligned and synchronized in perfect harmony

Together we gather in this congregation of love and serenity

To worship each other in divine devotion and surrender

Your dominance is my idol that I seek peace in

You enter into my temple gracefully but with the aggression of a zealot

I cry out to you screaming your name in praise and adoration

On my knees head bowed in reverence to you

You are my sacred space, my protector and my healer

Yet your touch, warmth and presence hold me in the highest throne of all

A place where only goddesses rest their heads

You lay down your sacrifices in offering to my temple

It is the most intimate form of worship, held near and dear to me.

It is your love for me that illuminates my astral plane, galaxies and skies.

It is our love that hangs suspended in space orbiting around the moon & sun

In utter perfection.

– Writer From Jersey

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bloodlust

I know it is you that can satisfy these deep rooted dark urges for pain & pleasure.

I have glanced at you from afar desiring your dominance over my body.

Never being able to escape that pull from within my soul.

We are both twisted individuals who crave devotion in the highest.

I look to you for security and you look to me for the same.

Satisfaction being reached in the tangle of ropes and sheets

Only we understand this sadistic love we share.

Clinging to our shadows of beautiful disaster.

Losin Control (Jasmine’s Version)

Fell in love once and I lost all control

Fought against the inevitable truth

We just weren’t meant to be

Got sold dreams, goals and beautiful versions of an unfinished story

Only to have it end in a vicious nightmare

Months later, memories haunt my soul

Many have wondered how I grew so cold

Had my entire world ripped from underneath me

By the one who was my world

So you say I don’t let anybody in

I have every reason to be so cautious

For my heart has grown tired, bitter and angry

That was my last straw, the final icing of the cake

I’ve gotten stronger, wiser and smarter

Turned pain into power

Learned to love myself even more

I can only thank my past for gifting me

With this process called progress for the better.

– Jasmine (Writer From Jersey)

Words.

Words. I have long been a master of them.

Skillfully manipulating and arranging words to create beauty.

However, I have not encountered those who share this same talent

Only those who use them for evil

Words, so often believed and held in the highest regard

“I love you.” “I’ll never leave you.” “You’re beautiful”

Bruised and beaten with words.

Reeling from the sting of being called useless, a whore and good for nothing

Abandoned by the one who said they would die without me.

Illusions and dreams of being a wife and mother

Only to live a nightmare of pain, regret and anger.

In words, I found healing. I found peace.  I found myself again.

I regained power, freedom and the most profound love a human being can experience

Love for oneself, love for life, love for growth and new beginnings.

Words that once damaged my insides now breathe new vitality in my lungs

I no longer scream in rage but with joy.

– Writer From Jersey

Frequencies and The Curve of Your Hips

I want our time together to mimic that of when artists spend hours in the studio.

Going several rounds creating beautiful sounds

Until that perfect melody and harmony is reached

Your body drops against mine like the perfect bass line

We dance to the rhythm of our own tune

Moans vibrating to achieve that exquisite vibe

The electric frequency between us is so real

I just want us to conceive precious sounds and generate our own music

Replay it over and over but compose a different masterpiece

Switch positions in the orchestra and play each other’s instruments of pleasure

Until the roar is deafening, mind blowing but the grand finale has been reached

We are each other’s biggest fans. Together we are entwined with the music.

PassionĀ 

She gets so lost in sound waves, frequencies and bass lines

As much as I dive into words, verbs and countless notebooks containing these

Almost how she masters the art of touching every inch of me. 

It’s like I move with every echo of rhythm she puts into place 

An exquisite masterpiece.

We are truly a force of nature when our melodies combine

Creating alluring songs, poems, interludes and monologues 

She is the guardian of sound and I am the supreme of words

Gods of the arts in our personal kingdom of passion. 

– Writer from Jersey 

Scattered

I wish to be laying calm and peacefully in a meadow. A deliciously refreshing yet warm breeze caressing my worries away. Caught within multiple dimensions of harmony and tranquility. I have been scattered in this constant whirlwind of emotions. They include bitterness, rage, anger and loneliness. A part of my mind knows better than to allow these feelings to consume me. The other part finds it easy to get lost in them. Permit them to dictate the next steps I take. Let them take the lead on how my day will go and how I handle situations, people and life in general.

I have yet to master being the one in control of organizing the scattered parts of myself but I am working on the best project I could ever choose to invest in. Me.

– Writer From Jersey

Thrill

Temptation and thrills. Lust and raw emotions. The night serves as a cloak to mask the true nature of its inhabitants intentions. The darkness calls out to us. Awakens us from our bed to seek adventure. Clumsily we join the drunken crowd. Tangled in each other’s kisses. Desire has painted itself throughout our bodies. We have been soaked with wine, sweat and our own wetness. She will always be the source of my madness. A constant craving. A deep rooted need for pleasure. 
– Writer From Jersey 

Vampires

Never quite understood women of your kind

Cleverly disguising yourself as a rare find

When the sad reality is you’re merely a parasite

Seeking the next innocent host to feast on and smite

Poisonous are your illicit actions and venomous is your snare

Should have listened to the signs that screamed beware

I gave up my body, mind, soul and sanity to satisfy your needs

Only to end up broken and just being one of your many feeds

– Writer From Jersey

Honey

craving the sweetness of bliss, lust, pain and passion

colliding together to create beauty in it’s most carnal form

desire hanging over my entire being

thick as honey, its potency only increasing with time.

that delicious pull between my legs as you get closer

your lips burn my skin with a piercing fire

i am in flames as you sink into me

dive deep into this pool of seduction you’ve submerged me in

i am floating as my climax reaches the high point

as our sweat, juices and kisses drip over each other

like honey.