Secrets Untold Hiding Under My Hoodie

Secrets Untold Hiding Under My Hoodie

by Natalie Harisson

Your eyes were portals to the stars,
Guiding me through whispers of your soul.
The midnight air hummed with possibilities,
As you stood before me, mystery in tow.

Your skin was alabaster, smooth and unblemished as the night,
Reflecting the moon’s gentle glow, a canvas awaiting my brushstrokes’ tender flight.
In this fleeting moment, time stood still,
Frozen like a photograph, secrets shared in hushed undertone.

And then I wrapped myself around you,
A shroud of mystery, secrets untold.
The whispers turned to sighs, the darkness lit by sparks,
As I hid the secrets I’d been holding back… under my hoodie.

 

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By Natalie

I want to support you in becoming more aware of the unconscious aspects of your life—the deep-seated habits, instincts, and patterns that shape your experiences without you even realizing it. This is especially true in the realm of sexuality, where I believe profound transformation begins. By bringing more mindfulness into this space, we can open the door to deeper connection and fulfillment. Through meditation and ancient tantric practices, we’ll explore how intimacy can evolve into something more expansive, a path to greater self-discovery, joy, and connection.

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1 Comment

  1. binancial freedom

    Thanks for sharing. I read many of your blog posts, cool, your blog is very good. It’s a lovely poem!

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