Archive for passion
Frequency level…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags authentic, be, Life, Love, Mind, mindfulness, passion, poet, Poetry, stillness, subconscious, Truth on October 7, 2018 by JenJuiceI speak to the subconscious.
Vibrate Higher
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags anime, art, dancer, emotions, energy, frequency, goddess, high vibrations, Love, movement, music, passion, performance art, pole dancer, spirit, travel, vibrations, warrior on August 11, 2018 by JenJuiceEnergy is how we are here. Simply physics. Every living organism is a form of energy. Emotions are energy in motion….Movement.
Music is vibration and if the music we are making popular is vibrating at a lower level of consciousness, we are manifesting low-level energies in our World. We must understand that art is the power that evolves us and we need to be very aware of the energy we are supporting to vibrate our World. Because we are all part of the perfection and manifestation of our reality. Vibrate higher. Manifest the highest love. Passion is self-love.
I just want to…..Surrender…..to you.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Her, him, jenjuice, Love, Lovers, passion, Poetry, raw, Truth, writing on October 24, 2016 by JenJuiceThe thundering thoughts of you franchise me like the wall
I spray-painted my digits on – when you weren’t looking, of course.
The covert her-ness. Never close enough and always craving more –
of you. This may be the hardest rendition of a teaching I’ve reached.
This point.
The undertones of speech yet…the wetness of
the energy is so fucking deep – we can’t even speak.
What words are there to be said – when we speak our own language
on a frequency we both understand? So, why is this one of such an insatiable deliverance?
When all I want to do is surrender….I can’t.
My place…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags elecricity, Her, him, Love, passion, poems, Poetry, writing on October 23, 2016 by JenJuiceI want to sleep just to wake up in your arms.
Inside…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Floating inside, passion, Poetry on August 9, 2009 by JenJuicehands on my thigh
rhetorical questioning that speaks volumes to the wetness
surging through my veins
like a bottle of cum
screaming your cock
I can’t wait to see
the weight of your chest
grazing my voice
throbbing your gorgeous name
singing inside my oceans
swimming, floating
you
inside
fuck
me
now…
Jen Juice 