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🌺 BAHAMAS JOURNAL: “TIDE BETWEEN OUR THIGHS” Location: Kamalame Cay, Bahamas Room: Villa 17, Oceanfront Status: Completely, utterly, recklessly hers DAY 1 – ARRIVAL: HUNGER BEFORE SUNSET I didn’t know the ocean could make me ache... The second we stepped off the boat, the Bahamian air kissed us like it knew we were running from everything but each other. The heat clung to my skin...but it was your smile that undressed me first. You were in that sundress. Thin, loose, the color of sin...The wind flirted with its hem and revealed the edge of a secret I’d spend the whole trip chasing. You didn’t speak much as we walked through the palms to the villa, just looked back with that unholy smirk.... > “Hurry up,” you said. “I’m in the mood for breaking rules.” I should’ve known what that meant. By the time the door clicked behind us, you were already barefoot on the cool teak floors, skin glowing with sea salt and confidence. You walked past me, dropped your bag, and turned slowly. That rob...

By LENON There are moments when your presence hits me like incense in a still room... subtle, sweet… and suddenly everything in me wants to kneel and undress worship from the silence. Your skin, I have not touched. But I’ve memorized the lines your laughter makes, the curve of your thought, the way your peace walks into a room before your hands do. And I want you. Let me not pretend. I want the smell of your neck pressed against my breath. I want my hands to know your hips the way my prayers already do. I want full access... the light, the dark, the in-between you.  But I want more than that. Because see, if I have your body and lose your trust, I’ve traded a kingdom for a candle.  If I take you out of time, I make a thief of both of us... not just from God, but from the sacred garden we said we'd plant and wait to water. I’ve seen the kind of love that finishes fast. That eats with its hands, but never stays to wash the dishes. That unwraps the gift but leaves before the vows...

One year. Not a number. A testimony. Of what happens when prayer meets presence and patience falls in love with promise. You ... you’ve been the sunrise that stayed. The soft in the storm. The hymn I hum when silence feels like exile and deadlines steal my attention...ooh the deadlines... I’ve failed, faltered, but never… never stopped choosing you. You are the verse I keep writing in the margin of my life, the scripture God slid into my ribcage when He said, “Son, she is your home.” And home ... you are. In the curve of your laughter, the weight of your prayers, the strength in your silence when my words couldn’t find you. I remember nights you poured wine into my weariness, shouldered my storms like God had wired you for divine partnership. And maybe He did. Maybe that’s what covenant means .... not perfect Sundays or constant clarity but waking up on the 365th sunrise, still in love. Still leaning in. Still willing. So this morning, my queen, I don’t just say, “Happy Ann...

Listen swee'hear' 💋  I miss you... I miss you like the air I used to breathe before you filled my lungs... I miss you like my ribs ache for the weight of you pressed against them, like the way silence screams when it’s got your name stuck between its teeth. I miss you... Obsessively. Like a song I can’t get out of my head, your voice.... a vinyl spinning on repeat, scratching memories into the grooves of my soul. I miss you like the night misses the stars when clouds crowd the sky... like the way my hands itch for the skin they once knew... the scent of you lingers on my palms like smoke... and I swear, I swear, sometimes I still feel the echo of your fingertips tracing lines on my spine. I miss you like hunger... deep, gnawing, unsatisfied. Like a thirst no drink can quench ... you are the water I dream of drowning in. I miss you like a poet misses the words before they bleed onto paper, like the moon misses the sun at midnight... and mama, I’m just here, obsessing over the s...

To Mine🪻🦄, My body aches from the longing conjured by your absence Every cell bursts in wailing screams from the system design of time and space  Death would be a welcomed relief compared to the torture of being apart from you From the rose gold touch that relieves my depraved skin  From the dazzling galaxies that display the greatness of God through your eyes From the healing breathsborn from your gentle words that gladden my sobbing heart I am grateful to the Good God for His design to cross our paths. As we become one💍 I pray to beat my greatest for....space  for I miss you fondly. Your's Loving l, 🐻  Bear

I swear, some nights feel like war, like my mind and my body are stuck in a battle that neither of them signed up for. Like I’m running toward something I can’t see, but I still feel the weight of it chasing me, pushing, pulling— gravity made of guilt and ambition, dragging me somewhere between "not enough" and "too much." And me? I’m just here, lying awake at 3 a.m., rewriting the same sentence in my head: Why am I like this? Why do I wake up feeling behind in a race no one asked me to run? Why does life feel like a locked door and I’m the fool without a key? People say, "You’re worthy." "You’re enough." "You matter." And I nod, like I believe them, like I don’t spend every night replaying my own failures in slow motion, like my reflection doesn’t feel like a stranger I’ve been trying to make peace with. Because truth is— I don’t feel like enough. Not for love, not for purpose, not for the dreams that keep me gasping for air but never ...