Lay your head on my heart Feel the beats stop and start My breath flows for you Exhaling pheromones, circling true Wholeness unites us We imagine it thus Our mind pictures blending The feelings we are tending For you I do lust Reach out to me Enjoy the company Feel the warmth of my skin… Continue reading Wholeness
Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
Reminds me of you
Will love live or die?
I get glimpses of who you are Makes me want, to return from afar Your soul seems suffused in light Like a moth to a flame, it seems so right Your warmth and sweetness Becomes my weakness Drunk on the your nectar Like a bee, I am a collector The intenseness of our communication Has… Continue reading Will love live or die?
Relationships…emotional baggage
Is your partner failing to meet your needs, not making you happy, are you drifting apart? Are new relationships failing? Maybe some of the cause of your problems is the amount of emotional baggage you are carrying that is impacting on your behaviour and your expectations. How much emotional baggage are you carrying ? Is… Continue reading Relationships…emotional baggage
He loves me?
Fantasies
Sharing buried fantasies We eagerly find Trialling our ecstasy Freeing our minds Sharing passion true Colours our lives Expanding our view Excitement thrives Whatever we can imagine Will become our feast Adding allure and attraction To that ravening beast
Floating
auras twisting
Random Fate.
When random fate shook its hand We played a game, fate took command We talked all day We made some play We explored horizons Had interesting conversations When the light came into sight The connection seemed right I felt the lure, a big connection Adding friendship a new direction Opening up we let it flow… Continue reading Random Fate.
Rose coloured glasses
I got carried away by our interaction, Thought it was a source of mutual attraction, I got carried away by your seeming caring, Those whispered words and the texts endearing, I imagined ,we shared something special at times, I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind, I knew you had others, Then… Continue reading Rose coloured glasses
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 