I have felt it, quite organically, as a soft plea to life itself. I need help, I can't do this solely on my own. It's not a desperate thing. Just the known feeling of needing help and support. I want and yes, I need a man to help me, us,to embrace eros for real. I'm preparing on my own, always, and I need your light. I need your touch. I need your eyes on me. I need your body. I need togetherness. I need your cock. I need your primal. I need you, in your authentic expression.
The fear, the rational thoughts and words, the "bad" timing, the excuses, the blah blah... It's all me hiding from the truth. I can only get so far on my own. If I want deeper, if I want growth beyond my own knowing and understanding, I actually have to allow a man in my life. So simple and complexed as that.
I feel myself soften around my edges. Spring time and something is melting in me. I don't want to hide anymore. Let Earth recive her King. Amen.
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