MOET: Love Grows

Love Grows,

I don't believe in love at first sight, such a thing doesn't exist for me.

I believe love takes time and it's both a certainty and a constant discovery.

I believe that love grows, and it has to be nurtured over time.

I grew to love the sweet smile you have when you don't assume your next joke.

I grew to love the sparkle of passion in your eyes when you're talking about films.

I grew to love you in spite of the stubbornness you sometimes showcase.

It's a long process, I see it now.

I surprise me, thinking of you at the most uncanny times,

I would make a sandwich and wish you were there to taste it with me.

I would find myself thinking of the feeling I have when you stroke my arm.

I would plan future trips with you, to the museum, to the stadium, anywhere really.

Because all I would see would be the smile on your face as we get there.

All I would think of would be the warmth of your embrace and yours heartbeats.

It's a long process, I see it now.

Love grows, Love takes time. It's an endless hike when you think of it.

Love slowly fills up your heart, and in a blink of an eye you've built something.

You've built a home inside someone else's heart, they've built theirs inside you too

They anchor you to this world, center you in this life, and chose you too.

I guess that's the beauty of it, to have someone who trusts you this much too.

Love grows, Love takes time and I could never imagine my life without you.

From those annoying little things I ended up loving too, to the things I love you for.

You're my ordinary extraordinary other half and I love that about you.

I love the fact you see me too, the real me, the one a very few know.

You're my extraordinary ordinary Love, the one who can make everyday life a movie

A quiet adventure, or a safety blanket at times, you're my everything.

Love grows, Love takes time and I am glad we took what we needed.

I love that our texts turned into long phone calls -yes, phone calls I avoid at all cost-

I love that our long phone calls turned into me staying with you, sleeping next to you.

I didn't believe in love at first sight, it never existed for me.

However, I realized that true love is like a tree that needs to grow slowly.

It takes its roots into your heart and slowly grow into a majestuous tree

and I couldn't be happier, no, I'm truly happy.

I am, because you chose me.

MOET: Morning glory

 

We always have the same ritual, we wake up early in the morning just so we could stay a little longer in bed together. I turn to you and I look at your face, barely lit up by the early sun rays. You always smile when I first lay my eyes on you. Always, you have that warm wide smile on your lips that makes me melt. Always you wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer to your strong frame, just so I could give you a hug. I close my eyes, relishing in your scent while my hands stroke your skin and gently move up so I can lose my fingers into your dark hair and scratch your scalp. You bury your head at the crook of my neck and we stay still for a while, without a word.

I can feel your chest heave up and down, at a steady pace and I can feel my own heart start to race in my ribcage. You're here. You're with me and I marvel at the thought that all of this is real. I marvel at the thought that I am lucky enough to wake up to you every morning. I open my eyes and start to plant kisses on your shoulders, eliciting a shudder from your body. I make you groan slightly, as I slid my leg in between yours and press my knee to your erection. Oh Yes! I attack early in the morning. Yes! I celebrate you early in the morning, but you've never complained to this day.

I enjoy the salty taste of your skin as I gently bite the skin of your neck in between my kisses. I bruise your skin lightly before I soothe it with my tongue and lips and that makes you moan. Your hands try to stay focused and run down my sides to hold my waist. I'm still jerking my knee, pressing it harder against your bulge while my lips are still sucking on your neck more urgently. I want more, more because I can feel you being hard against my knee, as you always are when you wake up. I want more because I woke up with burning arousal that is sending waves after waves of pleasure through my body.

You understand I am in the mood given how demanding my kisses and touch became. Your hands shift my body and I end up being on top of you. I toss my head to the side, my breath is slightly labored as my throat is choked-up with arousal. I can feel it in my loins, how wet my velvety folds are in anticipation of you. I can feel it in my chest, which became heavier the more we kissed. I want you. I chuckle because you're making a face, and I ran my hands over your large chest, stroking the sensitive skin as I adjust my position on top of you. I moan, for the friction between our legs is sending shivers down my spine, and it encourages me to rock my hips on top of you.

You let your hand run on the soft skin of my thigh, to the soft and ticklish skin of my waist. Your eyes are hooded with lust already and you tug at my shirt so I could remove it. Which I do, setting my heavy breasts free from their fabric prison. I bit my bottom lip as your large hands start to massage me and I rock my hips harder against your boxer clad length. I don't even care about time, for all my eyes are only set on you. You feel so good against me, so warm and aroused that the only thing I want is to feel you inside of me. You want to make sure I'm alright, so your left hand run down to my soaked-up panties. You lift a brow, tease me again with a clever quip and gently push them aside. I know what you want, I can feel it in the way your hips are pressing into me. I can feel it in the way you are staring at my face and holding onto my waist a little harder. I rock my hips harder, dampening your boxer with my essence, feeling my own body react to yours. Ohhh... I can't wait any longer.

So I push myself a little forward, enough so I can help you out of your boxer, exposing your flesh to the fresh temperature of our room. I take a hold of you and let my hand run over your flesh, teasing you just a little bit and feeling you being wet already for me. Perfect! We both are more than willing right now. I guide you slowly into my tender folds and in one swift motion, you're inside of me. We both groan and I slowly sit on your lap while never breaking eye contact. I love those mornings when there is just you and me. I love when we take the time to explore one another and when there is nothing but the cries of passion filling the silence of our warm room. I love those mornings when you and I are glorious. When you and I are in love. When you and I are one.

Jaime and Bäahal: The colour purple

 

Jaime and Bäahal : The colour purple

A/N: I love them, okay, I love my babies.

Xxxxx 

He was the colour red. It was the colour of power, the Red of the Lannisters.

It was a colour of conquest, of determination and strength.

The colour of blood, the very blood that soaked his hands.

The colour of countless lives lost to his sword, To the devouring ambition of his father

To the loss of mind of his king, the very one he swore to protect even from himself.

He was the colour red, strong, violent, passionate, devastating.

He was the colour of the end, the colour which brought destruction and fear.

Jaime knew that his desire to protect those he loved would doom him to a life of misery.

Each and every decision he took always led to regret and destruction.

The Mad King's death caused the destruction of his hard-earned reputation. The loss of respect.

His relationship with Cersei made him miserable, broke him little by little, tainted his heart black.

He who was taught to be proud of this vibrant red colour they adorned, came to resent it.

At the end of the « Last  War. » Jaime rejected the colour for a while as shame and guilt triumphed.

And darkness swallowed him whole....Until she came back into his life.

Jaime used to respect the colour purple. He did so when he was younger, or a serving Hand,

Purple was the colour of Kings, of otherworldly kings and queens who shaped Westeros as it was.

Cersei dreamed of the Crowned Prince, Jaime knew he couldn't compare to Rhaegar, but didn't care

Purple, was flamboyant, mythical and eerie. Purple was shrouded with mystery and Magic.

Purple was beautiful yet sinister, as those with silver hair and purple eyes were unpredictable.

Robert Baratheon would consider them to be dangerous freaks, blood-thirsty monsters

And they were ruthless, they didn't forgive those who opposed them so purple was also, strength.

Jaime despised it, when he had to stop the Mad King for killing his own people, Jaime hated purple.

He would see Evil in it, he would see anger and hatred, he would see emptiness and loneliness.

The colour was cold and so were its people so when they all « died », Jaime ignored the colour.

He forgot about it, long enough to be surprised when the Queen from the South arose.

Then purple became  « Danger. ». Purple was to be eliminated, it re-opened old wounds.

The long night made him change his mind, for he respected the young queen and he met her.

The young, naive, warm purple princess who shattered without his knowledge his cold heart.

Purple became tender, playful, surprising. He never really knew how to anticipate the princess.

She always had a knack at appearing out of nowhere and say things that weren't expected.

She was young, and yet very resilient, she was innocent and yet had seen the horrors of this world.

She was warm...Her purple was soft, concerned and generous; She cared for others, she loved.

Oh, it was The colour of love, of a love so great she wanted to forget about herself to protect others.

It was the colour of a woman who abandoned everything just so she could find the love of her life.

And she brought him back to life.

She brought him back to the colour Red.

MOET: Have you felt it?

Have you ever felt it? the words at the tip of your tongue that die out because you can't gather the strength to express yourself. There is this strong desire to come undone and stop pretending to be strong just for a minute that pushes you to your limits.. but still, you redefine your limits. Still, you make sure that nobody can see you cry. Here comes the moment you want to scream "I need you." but you stop yourself from ever doing so because the very hand that could help you out of the water, can very much drown you on a whim. Or, eventually, they would be taken down with you because that's what you do, isn't it? that's what you do. you take everyone with you.

So what can we do? What is left to do? All that is left is faith. Faith in the good nature of those we love, Faith in their ability to love us even though we keep disappointing them. Faith int heir ability to be strong and keep the path to the Light open long enough for us to cross safely. Faith in your own ability to climb the stairs to safety and well-being; Faith in your ability to heal. Because you can heal and you will, with time.. maybe a little... maybe a lot more. Have you ever felt it? the need to let go? just. let go and close your eyes because you've been extremely tired and you can't move anymore. I can't move anymore. I can't keep going. I need my rest, I need to stop. I need to stop...But Faith keeps me awake. it keeps me standing. it keeps me going.

So I guess I'm not done yet.

# Misadventures of Eros and Thanatos: Have you ever felt it?

My love is serene

A little poem for tonight :) A very special one :)

"I took a risk that night when I opened up to you for the first time. I anticipated what to expect, what you would say, I ran plans into my head in case things went sideways so it wouldn't hurt too much because that's what I used to do. Love, for me, was always a slippery slope. It led to disappointments, and pain and rejection. That was what I used to know, well, until you. I remember the words I said 'Is it possible to miss someone you've never hugged before?'. I remember words left my lips without me realizing and you simply said: "I miss you too." Neat! simple! true. You read into me like an open book, cracked the code and oh, I know I wanted to hug you that night like never before.

I remember our first "I love you". Said one night before I fell asleep on you. my fingertips itched all night because I wanted to say those words to you, knowing full well that you would understand them the way I meant them. You were part of my life, you were a dear friend, a loved one. I stuck my neck out there, closing my eyes as tight as I could because I was afraid you'd shut yourself down, but you didn't. You said them back. You said.... oh.. I remember. Love was taking a different meaning. It wasn't so much about pain and fear. You taught me otherwise. Well, I learned otherwise.

My love is serene. my love is certain. I grew into the feelings I have for you. They are endless, boundless, and complete. A love I never thought I could ever experience someday. You're my friend, my best friend, my family. You're my soulmate. I know it. And we walk the path of life and all I ever want for you is to be happy, And I know you love me too, which is a luxury I never thought I would have. I remember, "Allow me to love you too." you said, when that one very bad night, I was convinced it was over when my mind got the best of me over something petty. "Allow me to be there for you," you said that day too. "I will be there." And you are still. Holding the heart I carefully put in your hands. Caring for me in ways I never thought I deserved. I allowed you in and you never left.

This is it, that Love I was looking for. Serene and certain. Because you might not be a man of many words, but you always showed up. You always showed me. You simply are and I couldn't wish you to be any different. I love all of you. Like you love all of me. And I long for the days I could say these words in your ear so you could know in the secrets of our whispers, just how much I think the world of you. "

I love you

very often find myself to be unable to speak. Words, wouldn't do you any justice because I can't find the words in any of the languages I speak to make you feel the way I do, whenever your face comes to my thoughts or your name escapes from my lips. I am left silent and pensive, marvelling at your ability to make me happy. It's the simple things they would say, the way you smile, the way my name rolls on your tongue, or even the way you would hold my hand. It's the simple things, truly, like the way you would cup my cheek or the way you would hug me.

I find myself certain of how I feel, of the million thoughts that cross my mind, the tiny moments I skip a heartbeat or forget to breathe because I'm too focused on the small details I love about you. I love the crease on top of your forehead when you're thinking too hard. I love the grunt you sometimes let out when you pretend you don't want to help me but you end up doing it. I love the way your hand would grab onto me and pull me closer when you feel I feel threatened or scared. Am I gushing about you? I certainly am. I certainly am...

I guess, I want to say I love you but words won't come out. I know you understand that words can't do justice to how I feel about you and I hope you feel it when we're together. I hope you feel it when I write it down. I hope you feel it when I text you. I hope you feel it when I'm cuddling you. I hope, oh, so hope you know it when we're making love. I could die for you, should it come to it, not because I want to play my white knight, but because I'd rather save you than live in a world where you're not. I guess I'm selfish like that. I guess I want you like that, only you, ever you. Forever.

like sunset

//Something a little personal: like Sunset

You were beautiful like Sunset,

I always wondered why I chose to compliment you that way, but it makes sense. When the sun is at its most vulnerable, when he's done for the day and retreats quietly to its safe place, then it is at its most beautiful. There is nothing to expect from a sunset, there is no more duty, it doesn't need a reason to be, it just is. The tired sun doesn't need to wear its golden colour and can allow itself to be fancy. sometimes it would drape itself with purple, other times it would drape itself with orange. it's always a surprise, and usually a beautiful one.

You were beautiful like sunset.

Yes, beautiful in that you didn't have to perform to be noticed. You didn't need to do something to exist in the eyes of others. You simply were and they gravitated around you, admired your glossy and ever-changing vibrant colours, and dreamed. I could tell by the way they were looking at you that they were trying to be in your shoes, have a little taste of freedom at its finest, of the unadulterated love you received and radiated. But even then, they only looked at you like a spectacle. You weren't a show, beloved. you weren't a painting they could watch at will, you didn't put yourself on display for their own entertainment. You were just you and I noticed you.

Maybe that was the reason you came to me. I couldn't care about the artifices you hid behind or the flashy colours you used to hide the pain and scars. I saw them, they were mine to some extent. Maybe that was what drove you to me, the fact we were kindred spirits....kindred yet different, like the waves answering to the rising moon and the setting sun. I was the ocean, singing and crashing against the shore, rising when you laid low. You were the setting sun, casting a warm light onto me, painting all over my waves the colours of your day. I don't know, maybe I'm too dramatic.

You were beautiful like Sunset.

You were honest, vulnerable and beautiful. Yes, beautiful, because you didn't wear the mask you used to wear during the day when you were with me. I got to know the real you. I got to see the smiles and the scars. I got to hear the sobs and the laughs. I got to be with you, truly, genuinely, to the point it even scared me. I don't think you know how much I love you. I don't think you realize how scared I am to lose you. Because just like the sunset, I let you in. I let /you/ in. and I let you fill all the empty and broken space in my heart and my head, I even let you touch my soul despite the risk of us to crash against a wall. I took a risk. And it was worth taking, every single time I woke up.

Tickled

She tickled my curiosity, how could she not?
Her beautiful hair, so vibrant in color, caught my very eye
Her radiant smile was infectious and before I had the time to even say "what?" she bewitched me.
I was under her spell, I think, from the minute I laid my eyes on her.
I couldn't escape from her, I don't even think that I wanted to.
She had me at her mercy and I willingly jumped with both feet.

She tickled my curiosity, how could she not?
I was mesmerized already by her ability to fight, her raw strength and immense power.
She could level cities with her arms, she could have tyrants bend the knee before her.
I was moved by her compassion and her open heart she never hid from anyone.
She was giving, she was forgiving as well and was always prone to see the best in everyone.
She bewitched me with her kindness and before I could even say "What?" I was at her mercy.

She never truly used it against me, I don't remember a day she did so.
She knew I was infatuated, I never tried to shy away from my feelings for her.
How could I? I was a knight, I was a fighter, taking risks was in my veins and ran in my blood.
I would have fended monsters and slaughter her enemies for her sake if she asked me to.
I would throw myself into battle and take the risk to lose my life in the process if she asked me to.
She had no idea of how deeply I was feeling for her, or how alive she made me feel, worthy even

She tickled my curiosity, how could she not?
I witnessed her being vulnerable when she thought nobody could see. I saw the masks fall
I saw the scars she refused the world to see and bear on her skin, the real ones, the mental ones.
I saw her breaking down in front of me after holding back for so long for the sake of everyone
And in moments like these, she confided in me, she trusted me more than she trusted herself.
It broke my heart to see her this vulnerable but I am aware of my incredible luck, of my privilege

She tickled my curiosity, how could she not?
I saw the warrior, the woman, the friend and the teammate all at once, on that battlefield we call life.
I saw her grow and mature and rise and fall all at once on that clusterfuck we call life.
I saw her break her walls and build new ones, I saw her give to others selflessly and ignoring herself
I saw her being unable to take what was given to her as if she didn't feel worthy of being loved back.
And I saw her triumph from that, rise and shine brighter than the northern star, I was bewitched.

I don't need more in life than her being happy.
I don't need more in life than her feeling complete.
For she gave me all that I needed and keep on giving without realizing it.
A purpose in this life, love I never thought I'd ever had,
compassion for my shortcomings and encouraging words for my victories.
She bewitched me... no, she didn't, I think I guess... I simply fell in love with her.

She was not ready

She was not ready to hear the words he said to her

she was not ready to feel his passion, to feel his desire

It all seemed so far away and yet so close, she couldn't say

It was scary and he knew that if he wasn't careful, she would have walked away

She was not ready!

No matter how he said it to her, she didn't believe his words

How could you be attracted to me when you don't even know me?

It is not your head speaking, it is not your heart speaking it is your penis

You are driven by your desire and forget how to think and put things into perspective

I am not ready!

I cannot just go ahead and ignore everything that is me, that make me

I cannot just go ahead and burn bridges and move too fast only to regret it

I cannot just give myself to you no matter how much I really want to because I have integrity

Please wait, wait some more if you are really honest about what you feel and how you feel it

wait for us, wait for me and let us move along at our own pace and take the time to take it in

I am not ready and neither are you