Monica B

My heart is full. God's grace! ✨ Where the Silence Echoes✨ became a #1 Bestseller within a day of release. To everyone who bought, shared, & believed—thank you from the depths of my soul. Grab your copy. amzn.in/d/3cJP4Kw Let’s keep the echoes alive. #1Bestseller #vss365

@derickijohnson @603golfdrive This🙌🏻👏🏻👏🏻

One day I found A magic pen— Tall tales It would create Yarns spun and bound To please, confound, And always… #Fascinate I read With rapt attention In my hopes one day To learn To… like that pen Write stories Whose own pages Yearn to turn #vss365

@darkxfer Yeah! Thank you, kindly , for your reflections.

@_Being_Benign The promise of tender unknowns 🫶🏼🦊📝

Sometimes All I need is to pause Sink in the moment When honeyed rays slip through fingers But the warmth of love lingers Dusk folds itself In the origami of dark I chant his name in fading glow As if night might yield To take me to him Draped in dawn's virgin fascination #vss365

@sig_erson5828 @TheDualToungue Thank you , Sigerson for reading.

@_Being_Benign @TheDualToungue ❤️🙏

@Cegusto Oh Goodness!! Mesmerising!! Thank you so much for these beautiful words, Cesar. These are truly humbling.

@_Being_Benign The day dawns with the orange of autumn, whose soft rays reflect her silhouette; it is she waving her hair, and allowing the gallant wind to caress her neck and cheeks. In that infinity, she abandons melancholy and surrenders to the loving arms of love. Love embraces You #vss365

@LikeSugur31621 @bionicanadian Many thanks to you for these kind words. Humbled and grateful, Dove.

@_Being_Benign @bionicanadian Sink in the moment💥💥💥💥🖊 Yeah hearing the beats of a heart The melody of serenity Silence 🙏🙏🙏

@Upasika1 Aaww… such a beautiful response! Hey Sadhana… heartfelt gratitude with lots of love. It feels great to be encouraged and appreciated so warmly. Thank you 💕

@_Being_Benign The melancholy beauty🌅 of the fading day meshes wonderfully👌 well✨ with the bittersweet ache🥀 of anticipation💗. Resonant🎼 recapture of the ‘pause’ 🌬️ & total immersion💦 ‘in the moment’ ⏳ lit up by the ‘warmth of love’ 💛. ‘Origami of the dark’ 🙏🏼👏, ‘chant’ resounds🔔!

@Write2Fite @TaoPoetry This piece has hit me deeply.. so touching and vulnerable 💕💕🙏🏻 Hugging you tightly to squeeze out all the pain you hold inside 🫂

@_Being_Benign @TaoPoetry I love you so much, Sweet Soul-thank you🫂🤟🖍️😢🙏❤️‍🩹🕊️

“YOU are the monster under my bed! For years, I scream in pain & drown in a #tempest of tears because of your fear… Like you always say, ‘Doll-baby, you make me see red!’ Well do tell Dad-isn’t it fun to still be alive while the rest of you is dead inside?” #BraveWrite #vss365

@krish_mohana I don’t know how you do it but make the reader’s heart melt. So intriguing! Krish, please add a link of your posts in bio.

Somewhere along life’s trembling road, I collided with her... A sudden flare in the dark, Her presence folding around me like velvet and flame, Warmth I didn’t know I craved brushing against my skin. That first glance, that first spark, Seared through my bones, leaving a trail I still follow in the shadows. Her eyes flickered, a storm clothed in silk... At first distant, then drawn into the secret heat of her thoughts... Her fingers traced me lightly, A whisper of fire along my skin, And I shivered, trembling in the gravity of her nearness. Her hair spilled into my hands like liquid night, Her scent curling into me, claiming me, Every breath I drew tasted of her. Time unraveled. Every heartbeat became ours.. Every shiver a confession, every gasp a surrender. Her lips hovered, teasing, The world condensing into that single, burning moment... A storm of skin on skin, warmth on warmth, Desire moving like a river through our veins. She became my map and my wildfire, A stranger turned necessity, Her nearness a delicious ruin of all I thought I knew. Her gaze lingered, soft and claiming, Pulling me closer than my own breath, Until all that remained was the ache and the surrender.. Her presence, a delicious obliteration of time, of self, of everything. Now this heart trembles in memory of her touch, Hungering for the taste of nameless longing. Somewhere along life’s luminous, secret road, I found her.. And I am undone in the warmth of her, Every pulse, every shiver, every breath Still tethered to her, still lost, still hers. I feel her in the hollow of my chest, Her whispers lingering between my ribs, Her hands folded into my shadows, Every heartbeat a quiet prayer of surrender, Every exhale a secret plea to be nearer, Every thought a soft confession: I am hers, wholly, endlessly, irrevocably.

@krish_mohana Ohh krish! Your words are soaked and brewed so deeply in light and love. Beautiful so beautiful!

I love the way your arms hold me, how they become a quiet place where the world softens and time leans close, exhaling, and all I know is you. I never want to leave this space, this small eternity between heartbeats, where each pulse in your hold echoes belonging, a refuge carved from silence and warmth, from the gentle insistence of simply being together. Your touch speaks in a language older than words, each caress a verse, each breath a prayer. I feel your pulse like a tide moving through me, slow and insistent, pulling me deeper into a hunger I have only ever known with you, teaching me how to surrender yet hold everything that matters in the same heartbeat. There is a softness in you that steadies me, and beneath it burns a fire that calls me further, into the uncharted places where love and desire entwine, where I am both safe and undone, where shadows melt and only the truth of us remains. In the hush between heartbeats, I hear your soul, an endless echo folding me into devotion, an intimacy that cannot be measured, only felt. Every touch, every brush of your fingers, is a covenant written in breath and warmth. I surrender to the night, to the rhythm of hearts that refuse to be apart, to the tide of being with you, where love is both anchor and flame, where longing deepens with each inhale, where time softens and distance cannot reach us. And here, in your arms, I find a quiet eternity, where everything sharp and soft exists at once, where I am wholly yours, where nothing exists but the sacred giving of ourselves, the slow, trembling thread of warmth and fire, of whispered hearts and surrendered bodies, of breath and silence and love that stretches beyond stars, beyond years, beyond measure.. into the space where I rest in you, endlessly, completely, finally home.

@krish_mohana Krish… this is beyond beautiful .

You #fascinate me like lightning trapped in your smile.. like every glance from you sets my chest ablaze.. and I’m dizzy with the pull of you. When you laugh, the world flips upside down.. colors sharpen, the air hums.m and I can’t stop imagining your hand brushing mine.. how close I can get before it’s too much. I want to run through streets with you.. scream secrets to the wind.. press our hearts together until the world forgets we exist.. just you and me, burning bright, too fast, too alive.. too completely captivated by everything that is you. I want to chase the sunlight in your hair.. catch it in my hands.. trace the curve of your shoulder like it’s the only map I’ll ever need. I want the electricity of our laughter colliding.. to race through moments so fast that time itself stumbles behind us.. every glance, every brush of fingers a spark igniting everything I thought I knew about desire. And I want the quiet moments too.. your eyes finding mine.. everything slowing.. your hand in mine.. fingers interlacing like they’ve always known each other.. the world shrinking to just us.. to the heat between our chests.. to the electricity that refuses to fade. I want to hold you in a way that is soft but unstoppable.. gentle yet wild.. where every heartbeat between us drums a call to the universe.. we are alive.. we are here.. we are infinite in the reckless, brilliant energy of us. We are a storm.. a wildfire laughing at the night.. and I never want to stop running, burning, being entirely, dangerously alive with you. #vss365

@Cegusto It’s an honour to receive such appreciation 🙏🏻 truly means a lot. Thank you again.

@_Being_Benign Ohhh Mónica, grateful to you, and delighted with your verses 💐🌹❤️😘🙏🙏

Is writing truly writing? Or a refuge Where I breathe A fragile illusion I choose to keep Words wander wildly Slip into spaces meant for silence Some sit in heart draping fears Some endorse pain Disguised as metaphors Born where shadows meet &emotions feel more than words #vss365

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@dannibear1461 I appreciate your kindness, Danielle🫂

@_Being_Benign You are so welcome Monica and yes very much so 🙏🏻❤️

@Jayanta627 Obliged!

@_Being_Benign It's always been your immense humility that you think so. 🌸🌼

@petershoneye Absolutely! Truth learns to stay ! Thank you so much, Peter for reading and reflecting.

🦋 He writes… maybe writing is not the refuge— but the place where truth learns how to stay without breaking us. —©️🖋️ AshThorne, The Black Poet™ / Peter Shoneye

@SauravBardhan2 @Terrence101010 Thank you, Saurav.

@_Being_Benign @Terrence101010 Nice

@krish_mohana Humbled! I highly appreciate your kindness. Thank you so much for brightening my day.

@_Being_Benign Honoured, ma’am… truly. To receive words like these from someone I hold in such quiet admiration feels less like appreciation and more like a blessing gently placed in my hands.

@Rekindled_R_R Humbly grateful for your kind words. I am obliged. 🙏🏻

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝑰𝑴𝑯𝑶, 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆... 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎...