your fingers linger at the edges
stirring warmth beneath the surface
awakening a quiet hum
that spreads in waves
the rhythm is gentle
yet it pulls me in
coaxing my body to respond
to arch into the subtle invitation
time stretches with every brush
every stroke until the air itself
seems to thrum
with the unspoken tension
between touch and longing
Tag Archives: Thoughts
Rainy Days
oh how these rainy days
remind me of you
where the warmth of your smile
feels like home
your lavender words
are a sweet love poem
that replays in my mind
and the touch of your fingers
gently trace the worn edges
of my soul
in that very moment
you stole pieces of my existence
and tucked them away
in a million different places
inside the universe
for only you and I
Pieces of you
losing someone special
is like the sky losing its brightest star
the world continues to turn
but the light is dimmer
and the nights are longer
your absence echoes
in every familiar place
a quiet reminder of a love
that lingers in the spaces
they once filled
time slowly moves forward
but a piece of their heart stays behind
holding onto the moments we once shared
Summer Days
on long summer days
when the sun lingers
like a warm embrace
love feels infinite
its gentle touch is like the breeze
that dances on my skin
every glance and whisper
seems to stretch forever
melding into the slow rhythm
of the season
love becomes a sun-drenched promise
where moments are endless
basking in the eternal warmth
of each other’s presence
Into the twilight
I stand at the edge of our memories
where our love once flourished
like wildflowers in spring
your laughter
now a ghostly whisper
dancing in the wind
letting you go wasn’t a single act
but a series of small deaths
each one a farewell
to the moments we shared
and now I can only watch
as you fade into the twilight
only a silhouette
of who I thought you were
14 Years
Today marks a special milestone for me—14 years of sharing my thoughts, passions, and journey with all of you through WordPress. It’s incredible to think how much has changed in that time, and I’m filled with gratitude for the amazing community that has supported me along the way.
From the very beginning, WordPress has been more than just a platform; it has been a creative outlet, a place of learning, and a home for my ideas. I’ve had the privilege of connecting with so many wonderful readers, fellow bloggers, and creators who have inspired me and enriched my experience.
To everyone who has visited, commented, and shared their thoughts—thank you. Your support has made every post worthwhile. Whether you’ve been with me from the start or have joined me more recently, your presence has made this journey truly special.
Here’s to many more years with you all!
Much love,
Jennifer
Exhale
in the quiet moments
before the world awakes
I can feel you
your presence lingers
delicate and soft
like a whisper carried by the wind
each inhale draws you closer
and with every exhale
you become a part of me
in the stillness between moments
and the infinity that stretches
beyond comprehension
I am still yours
Social Media
Hey everyone! I hope you all are doing well. I’d love to connect with you all outside of wordpress, so if you have a social media page you’d like to share with me, that would be so incredible! If you prefer to email it to me, just go to my about me page and grab my email address! Much love to you all!
Fade away
the touch of your skin
is a whisper of warmth
a delicate caress that lingers
like a tender secret shared
under the moonlight
it’s a moment
where time stands still
where every sensation
is amplified by touch
I am so lost
within you
within me
I close my eyes
and let the world
fade away
Time
time slipped through her fingers like sand
each grain a moment lost to the past
she watched days blend into nights
seasons pass in a blur
and the years weave an intricate dance
of memories and regrets
the ticking clock echoed in the silence
a constant reminder of what was gone
and what could never be again
in the quiet of her heart
she mourned not the minutes she had
but the moments she missed
lost to the relentless march of time
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