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The Mental and Physical Needs of Men and Women : A Deep Contrast.
A man’s mental peace is restored when his physical needs are fulfilled. However, for a woman, it is quite the opposite—she considers physical intimacy only when she has attained mental peace. This fundamental difference makes relationships between men and women both complex and profound.
For men, physical intimacy with their partner alleviates stress, exhaustion, and even depression. If you want to keep your male partner happy, there must be a heartfelt physical connection between you both.
Women, on the other hand, prioritize emotional attachment. When a woman is mentally at peace, she naturally becomes interested in physical intimacy. But if she is emotionally unsettled, she won’t respond to it at all. A woman’s mind is her greatest strength.
A woman holds immense power over a man’s life. If she chooses, she can reshape it entirely.
She can elevate a man to the highest level of respect, or she can bring him down to the lowest depths of disgrace.
She can lead him toward financial success, or she can leave him utterly destitute.
She can build a beautiful home and a loving family, or she can destroy them completely.
She can bind a man to his family, society, and responsibilities, or she can isolate him, leaving him lost and alone.
With her intelligence, strength, compassion, and love, she has the power to change the world.
She can help a man overcome his worst habits and become a better person, just as she can lead a good man astray.
Woman, I have unwavering faith in you.
With your beauty, wisdom, and love, you can make your family, home, and society more beautiful.
Let your love be your home.
Let your affection be your husband.
Let your nurturing embrace be your children.
Woman, you are capable of so much. You have the power to change the world. I salute you.
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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅.
You were not born to pay bills, lose sleep, and answer emails. You were born to romanticize your life and make questionable decisions.
The worst part about growing up is realizing that most adults are just children who never healed.
Just because I understand the reasoning behind your actions, doesn't mean that I find your actions to be excusable.
I’d like to disappear for a while. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to know anything.
“Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.”
Trees know when we are close by. The chemistry of their roots and the perfumes of their leaves pump out change when we're near... when you feel good after a walk in the woods, it may be that certain species are bribing you.
First love does not mean best love. And best friends may not mean best friends forever. But they both mean at some point, somewhere, someone did care. And their memories still there.
You deserve a healthy love with someone who sees you, hears you, understands you, appreciates you, supports you, and loves you.
Someone who is consistent, communicates clearly, and creates a calm safe space to heal, grow and bloom together.
A love you never have to heal from.
#Abdullah
Always keep that little place inside of you
where the magic of love grows, alive.
Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?
Life is very simple:
What I give out, comes back to me.
Today I choose to give love. ...
#Abdullah #KittyCat
As I sit alone in the darkness, tears stream down my face as I fight to keep from falling apart.
All the questions and emotions of us flash through my mind as I rest my face in my hands.
For so long, all I wanted was your love and to spend my days and nights being loved by you.
But no matter how hard I tried to be what you wanted, regardless of how much I wanted us to be happy together.
It never really happened the way I had always hoped.
I don’t know if you just don’t care, don’t realize or don’t want me…you never actually told me what you wanted.
It’s a hard thing to be stuck in a place of uncertainty when it comes to matters of the heart-
Especially when all I wanted was to love and be loved by you.
I know now that I have to turn the page and close the chapter on you and me.
If there ever really was a “you and me.”
I’ve known for the longest time I deserve better but I was so scared to move on, fight for what I wanted or lose you.
But now I realize that I never really had you to begin with.
The idea of “us” was really just wishful thinking..so it’s time to let go of all the hopes and dreams I had for us.
And finally move on and be happy on my own.
It’ll be hard, I know, and I’ll shed a lot of tears as I do what I have to do to let you go.
But as I wipe away the tears from my face, I look outside and see the sun shining brightly.
I’ll get there, I know.
That place where I can think about you and not cry.
When I can get up in the morning and be happy it’s a beautiful new day.
I’m far from that right now, but I’ll get there.
I can’t fight for someone who won’t fight for me.
Who makes me work just to get their attention.
I deserve better and I’ll find it.
But first, I’m going to work on myself and do whatever it takes to be happy by myself, for myself.
It won’t be easy, it won’t be fast,
But it will be the best thing I’ve ever done.
Love myself for the person that I am because in the end, that’s what truly matters the most.
I’m closing the door on you and opening the door to my happiness.
One moment, one step, one day at a time.
- Abdullah.
Every beginning has an end.
Sometimes that ending is bittersweet
Because it was not what you wanted
But how it needed to be.
© Abdullah 2025
True friendship isn’t measured by the number of people around you but by the depth of connection you share with them. A friend who recognizes your struggles, stands by you in silence, and offers comfort when words fail is worth more than a crowd that only enjoys your happy moments.
It’s easy to find people who celebrate with you when life is good, but the ones who sit with you through the storm, wipe your tears, and remind you that you’re not alone—those are the friendships that truly matter.
#Abdullah.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
As he was inside me, with his weight on top of me, he kissed me on my forehead softly again and again- in between kissing my lips hard and passionately, as he said 'You know what a kiss on the forehead means'.
I was silent.
I knew what it meant. It meant protection. Respect. It meant undying love. It meant I'm his, and his alone. It meant 'you're mine'. It meant I mean the world to him. I didn't need to answer his statement. He knew I knew what it meant. We understood each other in those sweet seconds as he stayed inside me.
And in that moment, I fell in love with him more than I already do...and he didn't even know it.
We All Have Time Machines. Some Take Us Back, Those Are Called Memories. Those Are Called Dreams.
#Abdullah
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Being faithful in a relationship isn't just about staying out of someone else's bed.
It's way deeper than that.
It's the texts you don't send, the flirty conversations you don't entertain, and the decisions you make when no one's watching.
Being faithful isn't just about avoiding the act of cheating. It's about consciously removing yourself from any situation that could potentially blur the lines. It's about not seeking validation or attention from anyone outside the relationship. It's about not having anything on your phone that you wouldn't want your partner to see.
Being truly faithful is not just about physical monogamy. It's about
emotional integrity.
“Don't love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.”
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again"
- Abdullah.
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again"
A message about love...
Love in the moment, not with anticipation, but with enjoyment.
Love and hold that moment.
Let that love fill your heart, your mind and your life.
Love without expectation.
Or being loved back with the satisfaction
of love and peace, it brings to that moment.
Love the unwavering love, the whole fullness of love and most of all, love to love.
As it moves me,
So it moves you.
#Abdullah
Goddess!!!
Know what she needs right now? You to spoon her in bed as she falls asleep. You hold her tight so she feels safe and her thoughts are understood.
Hold her hand while you're out with her so she feels protected. Touch her knee softly as you're driving with her so she feels like you always want to be touching her.
Kiss her softly and ravagingly so she feels wanted. Wrap your hands around her waist as you're burying yourself deep inside her, pull her hair back and kiss her neck so she feels desired.
That's how she feels complete. That's how she feels yours.
-Abdullah
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
My Goodness!!!
He loved her for her my mind. The straight lines of correct connections, and even the scribbles going every which way. The over-thinking mind, the over analyzing mind, the smart mind, and the chaos within.
He loved her for her heart. The deeply feeling, super in touch with her emotions, very empathetic, and capable of deep soulful passionate love. Even with the beautifully colored stained glass shattered pieces within, and the black hole that can't ever be mended from the brokeness she feels. He loved it all.
He loved her for her body. Sensual, porcelain, silky soft, beautiful, and innocent. With a dark that he only gets to see, adore, devour, and chain for his using.
He loved her for her smile. For when she asked what he misses most, He always answered 'You're Smile'.
He loved her for her eyes and the way she looked at him with love, trust, devotion, desire, seduction, and teasing. A look that would make him sit back when she turned her head to the side to look at him longingly.
He loved her for her cute jokes, and bubbly, happy, kind, personality that was infectious.
He loved her for her bad days. The days when she spiraled down, felt numb, was quiet, with no enthusiasm, slept for hours, and stared off into space. Maybe that's when he loved her the most. When she was at her most vulnerable point, broken, a complete mess, just crying, and not herself. That's when he loved her harder. Even the strong fall.
But if she asked him when he loved her immensely with the outpouring of his soul, She would have to say...when she's standing infront of him wearing just her black lace panties, her arms tied bound above her, trust given to him 100%, with a whip in his hand as he's admiring his handiwork, and licking her tears...telling her how beautiful she is, and that she's the love of his life.
That's when.
-Abdullah
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
Look her in the eyes when you run your hand up her thighs, because her desire is in the connection. Don't be surprised, when she shivers and sighs, intimacy is your most dangerous weapon.
Kiss her real slow, and kiss her down low, you don't have to be on top to make sure you're in charge. Run your hands through her hair, till she's so close to there, then hold her close as she falls off the ledge.
Make her scream out your name, till it drives you insane, and you both lay spent on the bed. Don't even think that I'm done with you yet.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
Am I a romantic? Oh yes, I'm a very romantic soul. Do I love the love notes, the personal written poems out of the blue, my favorite flowers just because, date nights, holding my hand, touching the dimple on my lower back, running your fingers through my dark brown hair, saying sweet things in my ear making me feel beautiful and wanted and all those special things? Definitely. Yes, I love the mushy side of romance. I'm that kinda girl. But that's only one side of romance for me. Romance isn't all lovey dovey in my eyes.
It means so much more to me. Romance can be dark and moody, captivating like your favorite crime novel, burning and feverish with desires, powerful feelings exchanges and glances, intense passion never known before that you can't get enough of, longing for each other, sensuality just oozing out of their bones, a ball of chaos that is so sexually divine that your whole world becomes a sky of lightening strikes with one touch, one kiss, one lick of his tongue.
One motion of his hand around my neck, one swift motion holding my hands up above my head as he kisses me.
One phrase whispered in my ear sending chills up my spine 'what do you say?', he said. One look motioning for me to get into position. One growl next to my face as his mouth is tangled in my hair. Did I want the flowery, suagry, mushy side of romance? Of course I did.
But I also wanted the type of romance only he can give me. And he knows exactly which romance switch to turn on when I'm with him. He just knows. And I think that's the art of being with a girl like me.
Knowing me so well that he knows my moods, my gaze, my word cues, my needs, and wants to the point of naturally knowing which side of romance is knocking at the door that night.
Did you think about her as you were driving alone? Maybe in the middle of a meeting. Or maybe as you're working on a document alone in your office. Did you remember how you had her on the floor under your desk? Over your desk? In the conference room where you typically sit when you're making a deal? Her presence is at your work at any point of the day in different rooms.
Maybe you can even smell her perfume lingering, remembering those moments. Do you close your eyes as you see it in your mind? Still hearing her moans? You can almost feel her writhing under you. All as if it was just yesterday. Yet was months ago. The anticipation just grows throughout your day.
Visioning how she turns and looks at you with that look only she gives you. You know the one. The one that makes you sit back and just want her as you're at dinner. The clock is ticking and your anxiousness grows knowing you'll meet that night. No one ever made you feel the way she does. No one ever connected with you on so many levels, especially sexually.
She meshes with and wraps around you like the scarf around her neck-as you pull it back and twist to choke her as you're kissing her in your car. No one knows you and understands you the way she does. You never fully showed anyone all that you are, the real you....except for her. She knows.
She can gauge your reactions, your feelings, your next words, your mood, even your next thoughts. You've never been this open and raw with anyone else.
And neither has she. Only you know the real her. All the sides of her that makes her who she is. You also gauge her moods, her reactions, her feelings.
You know her more than anyone else ever has. It takes a lot for her to show the real her. Just like you. And you found it in each other. No other relationship you had was like this. Intense, raw, open, high trust, sensual, romantic, and dark all in one. You can't get enough of each other. So yes, you anticipate all day while you're at work.
Waiting for that time you'll meet again and feel her body against yours. Her hair in your fist, your mouth on her neck. All she has to do is close her eyes and imagine and feel as if you're right there, touching her, feeling her.
Now all you have to do is text her what lingerie set you want her to wear. Only thing is...will she listen. Will she challenge you and rile you, stirring something deep and primal inside?
She enjoys doing that to you. And You know you love it.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
As he was inside me, with his weight on top of me, he kissed me on my forehead softly again and again- in between kissing my lips hard and passionately, as he said 'You know what a kiss on the forehead means'.
I was silent.
I knew what it meant. It meant protection. Respect. It meant undying love. It meant I'm his, and his alone. It meant 'you're mine'. It meant I mean the world to him. I didn't need to answer his statement. He knew I knew what it meant. We understood each other in those sweet seconds as he stayed inside me.
And in that moment, I fell in love with him more than I already do...
And he didn't even know it.