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sunday morning

It has the gentle good morning kiss of dawn caressing cirrus clouds easing into another day allowing that extra hour stretching over wants desiring only more of this fragile time unspoken wordiness blends with birdsong sipped kisses coffee and you.

~Aubrie~2015

#aubriestar

aprilfoolfrog

Rain Goddess (4)

She was off on a walk when the music drew her to him.

Truth be told, she was in the area to see if he was out from his meeting.

He was.

He was rocking out on his guitar; spitting out the lyrics.

It all came together so beautifuly; so naturally.

She liked it.

She wanted to hear more but it appeared that he was finished.

By the time she made it over to him,

his guitar was gone and he was finishing up a cigarette.

Still, she swayed her hips to the music that was no longer there.

"Hey baby." His voice was low and grainy.

He took another puff and exhaled as he looked her over.

Her long yellow hair was hanging loose.

It framed her lovely face.

His gaze fell upon her body, as he admired the way her dress hugged the curves of her chest and waist.

A deep red flushed on her face.

He let out a breathy chuckle and winked.

A breeze moved in while the clouds began to grey.

He motioned for her to sit with him; she did just that.

She approached and elegantly straddled his waist.

They were sitting face to face; just mere inches apart.

He smelled of cigarettes and cedar.

He brushed a stubborn strand of hair away from her hazel eyes, which studied him intently.

"How was the meeting?"

She asked him, which prompted him to raise his eyebrow in response.

"A beautiful woman just sat on my lap and you think I want to talk about work?"

She laughed and leaned forward to brush her lips against his ear.

"Your voice sounded sexy." She purred.

"I strained it earlier."

It is true, he did. He raised his voice during his meeting with Cecelia and the fire elemental but he didn't want to talk about that right now.

"Oh poor baby." She started.

"Do you need me to kiss it better?"

A smile spread across his lips and he let out a laugh, good and genuine.

She trailed little kisses down the side of his neck.

He let his hands trail down and cup her fine ass.

He slid his calloused hands up her dress.

The rain began to drop from the sky.

They moved rhythmically; performing and dancing their own show.

She howled a song of her own into the night.

The water flowed down her thighs.

The wind moved with them in time.

Written by aprilfool 🐸

7/26/2026

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purplemonkeysexgod69

#purplemonkeysexgod69

bluesandbarebones

Beleft

I stretch my hand into the delicate space between us, feeling that concrete margin of separation cold against my fingertips. I wander trepidly into your reserve— a sanctuary I am not authorized to enter. In my dreams, we are clouds above any silly partition. We are the wind. We are every verb describing the way water falls where it pleases. We are so different, yet we sleep the same light sleep of the betrayed. Have you embraced the whole spectrum of loneliness, of the beleft? Or written the obsolete lyrics of solitude while outside the machinery grinds? I haven't found a nocturne peaceful enough for slumbering or a basket big enough to hold all this rotting fruit. Nevermind. This is a letter written in raindrops from a room with no windows. I am just a wistful apparition holding the paper watching the door.

Birb...

And will you remember these moments of reassurance when your heart is broken? These words you once offered as comfort bring a pained smile to your face now:

"Be calm for the morning light will still come."

#simply-eno-again

soulreserve

to stardust you shall return

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

#soulreserve

ends-2-beginnings

Dear mutuals, friends, and followers:

For this week—and perhaps for an indefinite period—I will be away, attending to and focusing on urgent family matters.

Occasionally I will visit tumblr and read some posts and probably share something.

Thank you in advance to most of the well intentioned followers for all the love and support I have received from you.

dontcryitsonlyreblogs

🌹🪷🌺🌸 Nelly, Our love and prayers are with you al!

#ends 2 beginnings

ends-2-beginnings

July 17, 22. #mine

rain and sun

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Eidolon

Assuaged now, the brink Adorning l'appel du vide with its silver.

Lamentations sucked into the vacuum Reverberate not. A storm-eye beckons.

Revivified, Emerges the sight: Illumination — once again Whispering of time constructs I cannot

Possess; far beyond my grasp, this you That is permeating my Every subatomic particle, Shapeshifter.

--- 16-7-2026, M.A. Tempels ©

#definegodliness

sherrylephotography

Fireworks July 3rd 2026 Coors Field Denver Colorado

Sherrylephotography

#sherrylephotography

fakesurprise

was the earth once the sky or the sky once the earth was a storm an earthquake did clouds shape continents while bored in the night sky

questions rising in the mind that the wise only encourage in a world which sometimes tries to narrow down answers until no questions remain at all

#fakesurprise

takingstockofwhatmattersmost

your lips were rusted verdigris fills cracks like cement holding you together the last remnants of him hanging on for dear life

you bleed poetry onto pulp the color of the ink depending upon the day or maybe the time his memory slices and it’s so hard to let go

a heart wrapped around a light post pronounced dead on arrival this time you finally let go this time you won he couldn’t flat-line you

sometimes love hurts more than it helps sometimes it kills you in it’s process

you always wanted to be a painting…

#takingstockofwhatmattersmost

mikefrawley

Is God Hiding

Is God hiding in the morning mist before the dawn of a brand new day Could a rainbow be His signature and flowers His talent on display Does He count each blade of grass every snowflake in the winter sky The droplets in the deep blue sea so overwhelming I can only sigh I’ve tried to describe His artistry it seems the words are never there But here’s a secret, open your eyes and see, He’s not hiding anywhere

#poetry #imagery #artistry #spiritual #Is God Hiding