Hemera…

“Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.”

Both myths and dreams are important communications from ourselves to ourselves.

John Lennon said:
“I belive in everything until it’s disproved. So I belive in fairies,the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”

One of the goddesses from greek mythology is Hemera.

Hemera is the goddess of light.

She provided the daytime, she brought both light and day to the world.

With each morning Hemera dispersed night’s mists, bathing the earth again and again in the shining light of heaven which goddess was her sister Aether.

I read about that particular goddess after I was staying in a hotel somewhere with name Hemera named by the goddess.

Boutique hotel has dominant characteristic, rustic industrial design combined with elements of modern technologies. One can notice references to Ancient Greek mythology among the quirky industrial-chic interiors.

Mirrors on the ceiling, naked pictures of goddesses made this hotel even more special.

It woke up goddesses in me…I unleashed my inner goddess and that night I completly embraced fabulosity that can be amazing.

We were miles apart…but that night was ours. That night was night to remember.

Miles apart we knew and felt exactly what we want and how we want it…it wasn’t a booty call, it wasn’t just a phone sex…it was connection of two people.

I felt like his hands are moving from my neck all the way down…following the path that spots are showing.

I felt his breathe on my ear…
I felt his lips on my body…
I felt shivers down the spine…

He knew exactly what I want….he was “incharge”..he was the one leading the way….and what an adventure it was.

It was something about that room..it was something about us that night.

We felt each other from far away…we found “soft spots” of our bodies…exploring by ourselves.

We were loud…sweaty…and grassping from air.

We moved from bed…on the floor….to te table and sofa…and all the way he was leading.

I was closing my eyes hard…my finger was his finger…my grip was his grip…me rubbing was rubbing against him.

We were connected in a way it was hard to explain…we were completing each other…from minute to minute.

I felt his presence..I felt him from top to bottom.

I felt how much he wants me. He knew how much I want him.

I felt him cum…he saw me cuming…and his name was all over my lips.

Once a deep and powerful connection between two people has been made they become a vital part of each other’s lives and there is no separating them. No measure of distance or duration of silence can prevent the outbreak of smiles or the strong desire to leap into each others arms when they come together once more.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can’t understand why you and that person have two separate bodies, two separate skins.

A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strenght, but by the strenght of his heart. We are each others heros.

Physical attractions are comnon, but a real mental, soul connection is rare. If you find it, hold on to it.

Awesome feeling it is when you find a soul you can connect with on every level.

I exist in two places…where I am and where he is.

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves,of their soulmate.

I found it. I found my other half.

We are two people who are destined to be together.

He is the one who makes life come to life!

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