Oh, my friend.
Oh my friend.
The full moon told me a secret.
She told me to let it all go.
Let go of the dreams.
Let go of the knowledge.
Let it go and simply live.
Trust yourself to surrender to what you do not know.
Being with a man who is honest & truthful about his feelings & heart
is refreshing.
Someone who can both talk about life and listen.
I’ve been with a lot of talkers this year.
Men who like to TALK about their own self.
Their own journeys.
I understand why.
But they do it without consent.
They just start talking.
As if I was placed on this planet to be the ears of the message being conveyed.
Again - without consent.
Ask consent to share the story of you.
Ask consent to share truth of you.
Ask consent to kiss her.
Having the courage to ask for what you want is romantic and places you both gently in the present moment together because I can promise you, because she is a natural lover, she’ll desire to hear.
She’ll desire to listen.
She’ll desire to kiss.
To lick.
To howl. In pleasure and delight.
To scream and moan in ecstasy.
She’ll want to.
She’ll want you.
That is, if you are a giver.
If you are a talker & taker.
Throw your name out of the hat.
Go home.
Take from someone else.
Most times, I feel, men don’t quite know they are takers.
Takers hide in the shadows and make you feel as though you can’t live without them.
The AUDACITY to live without someone sucking the life out of your own prana.
My father was a taker.
Is a taker.
His father was a taker.
My mother’s father was a taker.
My mother’s father’s father was a taker.
We, for a long time, lived controlled by men who took.
Who conquered.
Who devoured the weak minded.
Well tables have turned.
I am no longer weak minded.
I am strong willed.
Showing the givers of the world how to navigate waters that have drowned the takers of this planet.
Take from me and you shall see, fate is unkind to those who take.
Take without consent, and your heart will fail to mend.
Because the universe, as crazy as she gets, can’t stand up when those around her take from her.
You gave me your heart because you knew you were a taker.
It was all you had to offer.
So I accept your gift.
I receive your heart paired with your weak mind.
Because what the world fails to tell you, those who take & pray on the weak minded are truly the ones with weak minds who can’t see past their own nose.
Self- centered pieces of shit.
Takers.
You take life from those who create it.
How monstrous of you.
Enough.
Enough spending time writing words that will resonate with you.
You know who you are and that is enough.
To the givers of our world:
You beautifully aligned with your process and who you are meant to be right now in this very moment,
Nothing more is needed.
Continue moving forward through the winds of change and the seas of challenge and you will find your strength to breathe deeper in passion with every stroke.
This past year I feel I have faced the shadows of needing to be something I am not.
Facing the shadows that tell me I need to be in a different part of my journey when in reality, the more I stay present and grounded into the reality & process I am currently in, I fly.
Pleasure is a core value of mine.
I honor it.
I cherish it.
I invoke it.
I thrive in it.
The way we look at one another while being engulfed in pleasure is something I hope to share with another time & time again.
The eyes are the kindest when I have your dick in my mouth.
Is that too vulgar?
Do women need permission to be vulgar?
To be nasty?
To be a freak?
I am a clean woman who enjoys getting sloppy.
I am a good woman who enjoys being nasty.
I am a good woman who loves to get dirty.
Place your hands against my neck and push me up against a wall type of passion.
Let our tongues share the moment as they intertwine into their own love language.
I am learning to use discernment when making love.
Go slow the owl says.
Watch your words the owl says.
I am lovable.
That doesn’t mean I have to say the 3 most powerful words in the human language.
I love you.
I still have yet to understand why I have experienced so often a man giving his heart to me freely at the cost of pleasure.
Take it,
Take my heart,
Take my love.
Is it, deep down, that they don’t wish to have the love they can effortlessly give?
Is it, deep down, they feel I can handle their own hearts better than they can?
I can’t.
Plain truth.
Only you can handle your heart.
Only you can handle your love.
Only I can handle my love.
And together we can create love.
Year 2024 has been a year of me exploring the sensual streets of life.
I hope to continue doing that for the rest of time.
Exploring.
Experiencing.
Love making.
I’ll let go of all preconceived notions of what it means to be in love if I feel safe & protected along my journey.
I am happy to be alone.
I am happy to be together.
I am happy to be apart.
I am happy.
In love.
In life.
In truth.