Soul Unleashed

I navigate through my day like a man who has nothing to lose - insane pursuits, unexplored territories, unreasonable engagements!

When was the last time someone touched your face with both hands as though you were a work of sublime art...

Feeling her own feminine power through her hands, by making him erupt...

Her sight and my perversion are connected...

For two things, I'll forever be indebted to the Japanese culture: Zen and Ghibli...

As for me, I don't force anything - sleep, sex, food, conversation, prayer, contemplation. In whichever direction the winds blow, I set my sail accordingly...

I hear the birds chirping at dawn, and to them it makes no difference whether its a Sunday or a Monday...

Keep a tally of your blessings before they become a memory...

I'd rather prefer a kiss here and now than a promise of eternity...

I pity the adults that play the victim. For your age, you better find some better games. You find fault with your parents. You find fault with your siblings. You find fault with your friends. You find fault with your relatives. You find fault with your spouse. You find fault with your own kids. You eventually find fault with the entire universe. However, you are exempted, the holy one, the saint that is suffering because of the doings of others. Seriously, I offer all my prayers for such ones. May you grow some bone to take up responsibility and to own your shit!

The morning cup of coffee is an essential to kickstart the day. The cup of tea at night is a soul necessity, I drink it almost like a ritual...

Can it really be called silence or is it just a façade for the on-lookers, as deep down I continue the conversations with my soul...

There's a deep sense of eroticism in people who enjoy cooking. Now I was in the final phase of garnishing the middle-eastern dish "Hummus". There are various ways people do this final act. But I prefer using my 'finger' and at first the index finger to insert right into the center and then with my thumb to stretch it wider. You then slowly pour olive oil in that spot. Should I have dived more explicitly into its equivalent detail in the human anatomy...

Part of loving someone is falling in love with their playlist too. How could it not be so when your souls share the same taste...

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: She's supposed to drain your balls, not your energy...

There are a hundred ways to read someone's mind. I prefer it through the medium of her body.