Tag Archives: #Inspiration

My dynamite.

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At first I thought I was just in love with an idea of who you could be to me, but then I tasted the sweetness of your possibilities and now I know I’m deeply in love with with a few shots of alleged forevers with you.

You know the saying: “Dynamites come in small packages:? That’s you sthandwa sami. My thoughts about you were small like dynamite packaging, but my experiences with you blew me up like dynamites would. You left me longing for more explosions as if destruction was fashionable.

You won my heart, I mean with every feel of your touch on my skin I was invited to your world of possibilities-two minutes adrenalines and all-, with every stroke I lost a piece of me in you and with every kiss… I buried my doubts and promised myself to never dig them up again.

So now I know I’ve always wanted “wholes”of you. Those fantasies were actually cries of a longing heart, the lusting was my souls way of letting me know that my body is ready to feel the weight of your breath.

I now know I’ve never and I’ll never love anyone with the same heart I love you with.

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I made my mum, my muse!

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I made my mum, my muse.

I let her inspire greatness into my droughted well of thoughts, encouraging the flow of juices into a stream of influx ideas. (My writing.)

I mean writer’s block has nothing on my Cinderella inspired piece. It was a no-brainer really.

See… Not only is she a princess in my eyes, but she’s a queen in my father’s eyes, a daughter to her elders, a mother to the world and uSes’Thembi wethu sonke because her loving accommodates all and I doubt it will ever run out.

See… This woman is a SHERO, she breathes life into dead hearts. Her thundered dimpled smile strikes lighting into heavy bearded hearts.
In my eyes a true definition of “ubuhle bendalo”. My Mama Afrika!

Gosh… Words can never explain the situation of my life when she invades my thoughts.

See… She’s like my “BlaQed” customized authenticated drug, I get high on her and I mean nobody could ever raise me to that same height.

So… I made my mum, my muse and an influx of inspired thoughts became a problem!

My Cinderella... <3

My Cinderella… ❤