Restless Nights Bring Peace

Hopeless romantic. Believer in good. Rose colored glasses are my staple. Found love at first sight - hanging on tight. Enjoying 40s. All writings are mine unless reposted with credits intact. If you repost it, please maintain its integrity. Under 18? Close your eyes and walk away... Stay warm and safe...

[whileimawake]

Today’s thoughts:

I think I need you on top of me. Moving the way you do. Looking into my eyes with that desire. Loving me the way only you can. Exhausting me into peaceful sleep.

[whileimawake]

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been here. Life happens, doesn’t it? But love, desire, longing, animalistic urges - wants and needs - they are always there. Even in the chaos of life. I’ve forgotten that. Until recently. It seems these senses are being sparked again….

[babe-angell]

“There is intimacy during sex only if there was intimacy before it.” – Marty Rubin

[whileimawake]

Yes yes yes. And for the men who think the only parts of a woman are her lips, breasts and vagina….you are sooooo missing out. Kiss the back of her neck, touch her face while kissing her, run your fingers over her arms and legs softly, tease her, light small fires, build the moment over time… I promise you it will be worth it.

[whileimawake]

She couldn’t help but feel him against her while they hugged; he always became aroused when they were that close. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Of course that turned her on. Now both of them wanted it.

She would slide across him or maybe slip her hand between them. He may rub on her in return or slide his fingers into her hair to pull her closer.

Maybe he would kiss her. Maybe he’d just tease. She may run her tongue across his neck or possibly nibble his ear lobe.

Whatever happened - it all started with the hug. It was their dance.

[whileimawake]

Do you ever stop in the middle of your workday and think to yourself, “he doesn’t know it yet, but there’s going to be some hot love making happening tonight?”

I do.

Every. Single. Day.

[largoandeditt]

[whileimawake]

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what relationships truly are. Sex and desire - hell yes. Physical intimacy such as holding hands and the little things that aren’t necessarily sex - definitely. Being able to sit, talk and listen to one another - that’s a must. Together/alone time - yep.

Without one or more of these things, is it really a relationship? I suppose it depends on how you define it, right? I mean, 2 people can be sex buddies and I suppose that’s their relationship.

For me though, if one of these things is missing, I’m of the opinion it’s not a relationship. That’s it. I just wanted to share that. 😊 I’m off to bed now. See ya all next time.

[whileimawake]

I want it. So bad. Right this second. Do you know what I mean? When the hunger is so strong you think you’ll burst waiting for it? It’s all I can think about. A big one. The taste of it. The feel of it on my tongue. Man, I want a bowl of ice cream....

[whileimawake]

I

Am

Yours

I said to him.

I

Am

Yours

Too

He replied.

#beautiful #ourlove

[whileimawake]

When you come up behind me and hold my neck tight, bending it so your lips can claim it....and you thrust against me with the hardness that’s aching to get out of your pants....I’m immediately wet and hungry for you. I just thought you should know that.

[photografya-deactivated20230917]

[whileimawake]

Take my hands. Come to me. Let me love all the pieces of you. The whole parts, the broken parts and the ones you’ve buried deep.

Take my hands. Hold mine with the love that only you can offer. The love that warms me even when we are apart. The love that is the only one I want.

Take my hands.

[whileimawake]

He is mine, and I am his.

Not in a possession sense. That isn’t what these words mean to us.

I am his... unconditionally, with no expectations; no bullshit; no hidden/secret agenda; no need for anything in return except his love and honesty. And he is mine in the same way.

We take each other as we are. Flaws, quirks and imperfections included because that’s what we fell in love with. I love him as he is; and he loves me as I am.

No one is perfect. Everyone has their own flaws, quirks and imperfections. Choose to love someone as they are, or let them be free; but don’t try to change them. Neither of you will be happy in that scenario.

[whileimawake]

Whoever says the “honeymoon phase” ends, stopped putting in the same effort they did when they first met.

[selmaangelamour]

[whileimawake]

It’s amazing how lips can have their own sensual dance. The nibbles. Teasing licks. Moving in close but waiting for contact and just feeling his breath. Soft and light. Firm and hungry. Tongues...or not. As long as it’s his lips on mine, I will dance however he’d like.

[whileimawake]

When he tells you he’ll never forget how beautiful you looked standing outside with snow falling in your hair....

When you find the one who cherishes you, don’t take it for granted. Love, respect, appreciate, show gratitude, listen, engage, be fully present and show every day what they mean to you.

[whileimawake]

Today’s thought:

There’s different levels of love and I find the more I “mature,” the more I have learned what they are.

Where I’m at now in life (in my 40 somethings) is realizing when someone does something to make you happy, because it in turn makes THEM happy, that’s a chance worth taking.

It’s when they put your happiness above their own, for no reason other than to see your smile, makes them smile. No expectations, no wants in return, no sneaky BS reasons. They simply want to see you happy.

What an amazing love to have with someone.

[pepenemarian]

https://www.instagram.com/pepenemarian

[whileimawake]

I’ve commented on this before but it’s worth repeating. Gentlemen, be a man who isn’t afraid to show the softer side of you. Men have that caveman, protect instinct. I get that.

Women have the nurture instinct. It’s also in us to do a million things at once and “look” as though we have a complete grip on the chaos happening inside our heads.

What most women need is a man who will talk with them, listen to them, offer a shoulder or some words of encouragement. A man who will laugh AND cry with them. Who can pick us up and dust us off when we metaphorically land on our asses.

Be THAT guy. Hold the door open, tell us we look beautiful, remind us you love the smell of our perfume. I bet most women would agree, these things will get you a long way in our hearts.

[whileimawake]

All she wanted, was to be loved for who she was. All he needed, was for her to be herself.