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[Ashly]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

 

[Nanbaa]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

Honestly You have to thank him .for unknowingly make u as ur strongest version. even it's virtual or reality. Ur feel for that someone is highly valuable.


And even we offer true love for our beloved. We can't have any Wright's to expecting the same love in return from them.

Why means . Love is not a buisness to give and take.

As @Aadhirai say love is to Give. Thanks machi it's one of the life lesson for me .

If we love someone we just offer them our love and care even if we won't get it back .

And another important life thing is even we both in love we only allowed to travel upto certain limits in our life journey namaku pudichavanga elaru kudium life fulla travel panna mudiyathu. So iniki iruka affection na mulusa adore pannunga anubavainga. .. we can't expect them till our life journey.

So live the present moment and enjoy it fully like there's is no tomorrow

 

[Honey bunch]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

Wow

 

[ITACHI_]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

Nice

 

[Noah]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

Wow superb

 

[Indrajith]

Heartwarming

Seriously im slowly falling in love with ur words .

 

[Ashly]

Honestly You have to thank him .for unknowingly make u as ur strongest version. even it's virtual or reality. Ur feel for that someone is highly valuable

'Thank him' - I'm thanking him in every moment that I spent with him.

'Virtue or reality' - whether it's virtual or reality feelings are real a slight difference is that some of them put a mask on it.

'Someone' - I don't know if it's actually about someone, but these words are stuck in my heart from days, rather than someone, it's for so many.

Honestly You have to thank him .for unknowingly make u as ur strongest version. even it's virtual or reality. Ur feel for that someone is highly valuable.


And even we offer true love for our beloved. We can't have any Wright's to expecting the same love in return from them.

Why means . Love is not a buisness to give and take.

As @Aadhirai say love is to Give. Thanks machi it's one of the life lesson for me .

If we love someone we just offer them our love and care even if we won't get it back .

And another important life thing is even we both in love we only allowed to travel upto certain limits in our life journey namaku pudichavanga elaru kudium life fulla travel panna mudiyathu. So iniki iruka affection na mulusa adore pannunga anubavainga. .. we can't expect them till our life journey.

So live the present moment and enjoy it fully like there's is no tomorrow

Thank you

 

[Ashly]

Wow

Thank you

 

[Ashly]

Thank you

Nice

 

[Ashly]

Wow superb

Thank you

 

[Ashly]

Heartwarming

Seriously im slowly falling in love with ur words .

Lol don't fall in my words, I'm a good manipulator ( I'll manipulate you ) ..

By the way thank you

 

[Sekziii KuyiL]

Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~

 

[Indrajith]

Lol don't fall in my words, I'm a good manipulator ( I'll manipulate you ) ..

By the way thank you

Manipulate me ! Lol . Wana see how that works. Hahahaa

 

[ITACHI_]

Thank you

Welcome

 

[Ashly]

Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~

~~

 

[CASAN0VA]

 

[nitzzz]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

Awesomeness overloaded with tons of likes. Well the last sentence was quite meaningful with a pinch of humour

 

[Somaiya Karn]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

Woww nice gurl

 

[Aabheer]

'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought

"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,

'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.

His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.

I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.

I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.

In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'​

I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.

He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~


28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl

Wow wow Nice post