Salvador Dali always manages to express his power through so many illustrations. It’s a quite sensual piece. Safe to say, I am truly and remarkably moved by the meaning! I wrote this a while back, being inspired after I had awakened from a dream of being drowned by an oasis. I also found a lot of inspiration from Martika’s ‘Coloured Kisses’:
“You give me, give me colored kisses
Colored kisses for my lips to taste
You lead me, lead me to an oasis
An oasis where I can lay
My head on your shoulder and pray”
It’s one of my favorite jams, I love how colorful it is. It’s safe to say, being spoiled by a beautiful oasis really grants my thirst!
Like a fire is known by the passion of yesterday – our galaxy is made of mysterious makeup and powerful energy!
Magnificent feelings which take us to the sky and then to the unending line which goes on forever.
If you could understand the angles on which I am met – you would see why this corner is so hard to be in.
Hard like Arabian Math – with a great thrust to intersect.
I’m giving you a lampshade crown as I am weeping on your knee.
Weeping because all I see is the lamentation of a world without you.
I am happy to know you’re here in my route.
So take those pregnant pauses and when you are ready to deliver.
I’ll be there to carefully caress your body language!
You swallow whole the engulfing mystery of the night.
Rivers and streams within you.
I just want to play by the awakening of your waters.
You keep my eyes focused, but my heart yearning for more!
The chamber of your folly has cast an evening spell of virgin desires.
While at my new beginning, I laughed because of the sweet tenderness that was ancient.
The room is stained with a fury that raves the composition of your frame.
Without even touching you; you have pulled me in by the embrace of your S E X.
Almost kneeling before you – I must confess that my mind has made up a story of its own tale, my next move will narrate the grasp I watch.
No longer can I dissolve the sensual practice of waiting, my rising star is engulfed with the foretaste of our cosmos.
I’m moving along the whims to rip and shatter those chandeliers and wallpapers which focus – on your internal sense of design.
We both can feel the numb grooves, that silence begins to serenade within and with a slice of thrust, we can announce a noise above the grooves!
Again and again, you’ve pulled me into the fragile trance that keeps me at the tip of your straps.
My fingers are shouting at the knob that I’m turning clockwise and I hear the loud knocking off your heart.
I’m going to turn counterclockwise to readjust the shifting locks of your combination.
You can’t hide the alarm that is aware of the danger of this focus.
I’m invoked in the present state of burglary and my crimes have bypassed the law.
Listen to Amel Larrieux’s Afraid for a deeper understanding.
My touch is like a multitude of mountains reaching the glories of heaven.
My words still cease on the street of doubt and inner tribulations.
Like Venus, my rotation is clockwise and I walk backward as Venus to the truth, I’ve always understood.
The peril of heartbreak spoke gently to my fragile soul.
This time, it’s as if the sensual orbits embrace the causes of desire.
You long for me to touch and yield fire to your yearning body.
Even in the thrust of my answer, your mind is deluded to my attire.
As you feel the passion inside of you like thunder, you’re still flashing as lightning first.
I am looking directly into the light and there is a cause to readjust or else I’ll be blind.
What’s more than the sensuality of our orbits designating a strict path of interest?
My prayers are reconciled with the galaxies of knowledgeable monumental pieces of data.
These orbits are sensual indeed as a conversation with a ghost dive at a charm I’m familiar with. Conversation invokes a detailed comfort which courts right at the kiss of lustful memory. I’m feeling the throbbing member which feels a reminiscent courtesy that is allowed because of a distant creation. The universe knows what great length creation took place, as we only struggle to make meaning in and out of its enormity.
Some of you may know who she is? I surely do! This particular face she has; always makes me give into rebellion! You see, she had just got denied by Edward! “Edward come back! Stop Edward, You can’t-do that!”
Then she looks in lust from the distance! Similar to the anticipation she had; when she heard the rebuke from the religious leader in the neighborhood when she said
“It has been sent down to tempt you, but it’s not too late! You must push him from you; expel him! Trample down the perversion of nature. “
To which she replied; “Did you hear that? He’s a perversion of nature, well isn’t that exciting?”
That is one of my favorite lines in a movie. You can count on the religious traditional law; to judge before knowing a person! True love from within comes from understanding and accepting a person as they are. If only a robot (Edward) could have a heart and not be programmed!
This picture makes me smile and indulges in the nature of what is considered the perverse. I am willing to become a scandal for the nature of unconditional love.
In the middle of the landscape, there lays a blossom of innocence.
The theory of learning progresses the passive wills of chastity.
The landscape has fully dressed the garden to appeal to the tools of fertilization.
The energy within starts to silently seek for one to come into the bliss of tight entrances.
As the desires for fulfillment are given by the kiss of fire.
The expectation of rain is brought by the movement of fingers which slowly manage to shout longing.
Forecasting into the future, the weather becomes intimate with the radar of mutual predictability.
Falling into the height of the endless skies of ecstasy; the unfolding lusts are entering into dimensions of positioned pulchritudes.
The eyes of bloom are intensified as the depth of divinity reaches its climax.
Angels begin to witness the appetite humans are given; due to the blessing of attraction and affection.
Targeting the arousal given by the initiation of touch and action harmony is blessed within a sacred union.
Being willing to jeopardize the standards of oath because of the lava in the heart; hears only the sound of heat waves.
Now as the leaves of lust and love are given at the expense of decoration; the ornaments of energy are innuendos of pure caress.
Fulfillment has exhaled the thoughts of opened blossoms; as the bloom has revealed its nature.
Summarized Notion For Thought: The flower teacher has a garden of virginity. It’s sacred.