Uwishjellyfish

learning to write about life from the depths of my heart. Though happiness, sadness and gratefulness for the memories life has afforded me

[uwishjellyfish1]

Am I, She is, I know, She wants, I concede

Am I, She provokes, I indulge, She makes, I concede

Open her eyes, evoke her sedition, to some just a fantasy but her seduction arouses the deepest of desire.

The darker the angel a damsel not destress. My princess or my prisoner our pleasure none the less. My thoughts have no guilt with my eyes I undress. No misconception I'll give and I'll take like we are writing a novel or movie part that we make, each encounter will suggest new boundaries we break.

Clarissa Kent all by day hidden away by disguise this superwomen of sex no limits arise. Partners in pleasure creators of each quest as I tear at her clothes such beauty undressed.

What's naughty by thought, all given I take, the slutty by nature and stripper she beset, she gives to my plan, she pleads to submit. I enter her story granted in trust. For she is my angel just fallen to our lust.

No apprehension or no fear what more can I say. The creators of stories and how they arise, her touch and tingle, her fun all alone as I watch and I encourage as I pick up my phone.

When opens her eyes so wide as to say come round and just fuck morning noon night and day.

Don't set the next story play a role each character I portray her dumure so suggestive and her her body a delight. Her moans, her deep breath the thoughts they provoke my student, my stripper, my slave or my slut, my goddess, my addiction all passion no regret. We evoke on our need and need for pleasure is now set. The story now continues the pace is now set the gorgeous girl such a lady I see as my luck.

Am I, she i, was can I imply be my cheerleader, my seductress the dreamer the dream Am I wrong she's my right as I take off her clothes at noon or the morning or write through the night.

[scrumptioushalfbakedbratt]

[scrumptioushalfbakedbratt]

[pterodactylscreach]

If you see this, I miss you.

[scrumptioushalfbakedbratt]

[iglovequotes]

[ilong4you]

A little bit of colour

A #colorsplash of Blue banded bee making a visit to white butterfly bush. Blue Banded Bees (Amegilla cingulate) is a solitary bee which has loud buzz when they hover and are one of my favourite bee species. With it's bright, steely cyan bands and gigantic eyes proportional to it's body, it's a beauty.

I am thrilled that I am growing a garden which has started attracting bees, moths and butterflies.

Amegilla cingulate are pain in the butt to photograph. They are fast moving and even buzz you, if you are too close and they feel threatened or annoyed. They do not live in hives but burrow a hole in the earth and live solitary.

#lensculture #photography #photooftheday #elitepix #Pictas #Podium #verophotography #raw_edit #Rebels_United #bnwgang #moments_in_bnw #pictasmonochrome #Podium_Mono #raw_bnw #Flowers #blooms #blossom #nature #beautiful #beauty #petals #passion_for_flowers #passion #bug_beauty #Monochrome #FullFrame #HighAngleView #amegillacingulata #bluebandedbee

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes there comes the right person in the right moment in your life. And even if she or he doesn’t stay forever, it is just right for the moment.”

— Thoughtkick

[waitingforthesunrise]

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

[uwishjellyfish1]

Painting a picture in my head is so beautiful it drives my desire. The time after time spend running my fingers over every curve and undulations of her soft supple body imprints my design.

I bite unknowingly on the edge of my tongue thinking how each time I complete my tender caress penetrating the warmth of her body, lust gives way to my indulgence to take her over and over again.

Her devilish grin is mesmerising as the flute on the deadliest of adder. She steeps, shifts and sways my eyes following. Her tongue sticking out as that glint in her eyes knowing I have succumb to the electrical energy she drives right through your body.

Every time differs from the last. Her erotical espionage destroys every fighting resistance I ever had. From teacher to tourist I look at her travel to worlds, transient to the skills of a chosen nymph and experienced temptress.

Words disallow me to describe the desertion of moralities inclination in uninhibited recourse to seduce her over and over again.

My tongue thirsts to run between her lips and my eyes escape to the adulterous moans. She bites on her finger savouring every stroke in melodic tune to music playing in the background.

As if I can feel her toes curls the wetter she becomes. Noone would blame or need to explain the time spent with my fingers within. Don't stop she shrieks neither taking claim to whom is getting greater satisfaction from the pleasure served.

She begs and pleads for him to serve her every need frustrated by his willingness to tease and tease again. Each time as her breath becomes deeper he knows that her trance now extends to her desire for him in return.

In life there can be no greater workout than the entanglement of two loving bodies taking turns of tantric proportions.

As I describe these numerous but indulgent regularities words fall short, in fact, teetering on disregard for her fuckable prowess.

[thepersonalquotes]

““Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.” - C.S. Lewis”

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[bedlund]

[uwishjellyfish1]

Time goes by like never before. I sit in this train staring out the window dreaming of days gone before. The laughter of kids as they leapfrog the seats reminds me of much laughter of a misspent youth.

If only the sound of the triumphant football crowd sounded the time of my favourite team I might be more jubilant in my over all tone.

Sore eyes blaring from a sleepless night watching nothing worth mentioning but enough to keep me zoning in and out of its monotonous banter.

The winter chill at its peak one minute refreshing then chilling to the bottom of my soul awakening me to explore as this new day dawns.

Reasoning I have not nor need to explain, my travel a ticket to nowhere seems to excite as what happens next only my imagination can explain.

As the heavy steel wheels click down the tracks and a recorded voiceover announces the arrival of each approaching station, I wonder where do I get off.

Watching the the entering and exiting strangers rugged up to the hilt return passing stares like my doorway seat required address or acceptance as the continue their journey.

I can see only three doors further up in the carriage a no doubt reveler dancing in the train. Looking like last night hasn't ended. His headphones most likely muffle the fact that his singing is boisterous and overtaking the carriage. Hopefully he just doesn't care and his energy creates giggles and whispers from fellow commuters.

Here am I, going to nowhere fast, without a care in the world. Maybe it's time I jump up and dance, sing as loud as I can, no headphones needed. Continue with my blah blah yer yer in the middle of the song for the words I never remember.

Hey that sounds like fun and another story to tell, and tell it I will. Embarrassment I left well with past me, future me told it to do so and present me lives to the promise that tomorrow never comes.

[uwishjellyfish1]

[missinyouiskillingme]

We were never meant for each other but I'm glad that even for a sheer moment it felt like we were.

[uwishjellyfish1]

That moment makes a life long impression

[uwishjellyfish1]

There is only one that could read between these lines. Close her eyes and remember every word noted on these pages as if they were her own.

There is only one that each and every day, from looking up at the tallest building to picking a flower what it meant to me.

How can imagine these stories alone, how could I arrange such beauty in my thoughts. Crazy,mad and conflicted as it was. It was ours none the same. We owned it well.

Oh the perils of life stripped her from my embracing hug, my hands still reach to find her. When the the gods banished me to exile from her presence my heart broke each and every way.

I wait the day to possibly look into her eyes and wonder would she look at me the same. I dare but to a dream that catches the promises once made and hope she knows they were not misled.

Our eyes blinded by exhaustion I can only imagine our talks on the beach and that true love let's wings be spread. Fly little bird fly be your true self find yourself and if it's meant to be fly back to me

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes people with the worst past end up creating the best future.”

— Unknown

[uwishjellyfish1]

Can only hope they meet again