Just Jensen: Immortal Sens-ualities

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Pacific Island Villa/Compound - Estate, Northwestern Region, United States
Yes, I make-up words & ramble when I write apparently. Quite the opposite face-to-face. I'm just this laid-back sweet & sensitive new young southern-gentleman on the block, takin his time to collect memories this go-around. As the humbled, honorable Chosen One of Lady Selene, moments aren't filed under "immortal" just as respect retains its thriving pulse. I've never had patience, but I'm in no hurry to shed the resonance of my heart's rhythm. *bowing in delight-filled gratitude to my beautiful Selene* Fealty pledged eternal. Insatiable always. I'm just rambling off the cuff for now. *still smiling* A comprehensive bio description is yet to be written -my bad. However, full-length 1st journal entry is posted. To know me is to know of me. I'm into so many genres of music & films & (especially Indies) Don't be afraid to get closer. Love. J

Thursday, August 12, 2010

"If I’m Feelin’ You"

If I’m Feelin’ You - Let me say, here’s what I’ll probably do, because now that I’m intrigued, I’d be pleased, if you’re feelin’ me too

I’ll need to graze over you with a gentle strength- restrained- coursing through my veins tender & true

I may need to press pause, to ask of your name. But when I press that play button, I’ll hit you right back with my brief introduction. My name is Jensen Sterling and I’m glad to have a few moments of your time & attention. You should know that I’m honest, void of ulterior intentions

So far I like how it feels in Your Presence.  And My Essence is of pure nature, like hand-picking grapes straight off the vine to unite in their next life as the finest of wines

One with the Universe, from the Soils to the Skies, Am I.  Reborn, into naughty and wise, revealed through open eyes with nothing to hide

I’m all in, stepping forward, closer, to lower, my pulse racing inside

I want you to absorb some of this raw energy while it’s carrying the passionate force of a towering black shadow, so close to your open pours, as every hair on the back of your neck is lifted by Its Breath

Touchless.  Intense.  Tell me.  Are you enjoying the resistance?

Don’t get me wrong, it’s crossed my mind; whether your skin would respond to my touch, with a tingle or a cry- But today I’m not even tempted to look between your thighs.  Besides, we just haven’t enough time & I’ve got my sights set quite high.

Now I think I’m feelin’ your vibe, alongside mine, like the perfect bass line, to what could end up being Our Song, if we risk access to each others’ Mind’s Third-eye.

Tell me.  Will you say yes to allow me the honor of a journey inside?
I have no desire to guess.  But, I absolutely longgg to seek & find.

Listen. Trust me.  It’s far more fun than the drink that other guy’s offering to buy.

From jump.  Up front.  Where we take this is up to you, than I, to decide the direction & pace of our stride.  Ladies 1st at all times.

And should it transpire that our findings don’t quite align; it’ll be like a hard copy of sheet music, embedded during our ride, if you ever think about these few soundtrack moments we shared time

Even though you strolled your way & I strolled back ‘round mine-

The 1st words out of my mouth still reside.

If I’m ever Feelin’ You, maybe somewhere down the line; I will always be able to close my eyes and press rewind. 

{written by J. Sterling august 2010}

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