How does this woman entice you... to want her.. to love, desire.. to crave her.. How does this woman draw you out.. open and naked to the truth standing right here, right now.... right within your reach- as you withdraw your hand.. Fear holds you blind.. to what she is.. could be.. could have been.. As you gaze upon her beauty, knowing the passion bursting forth from her body and mind.. contemplating your hesitations.. justifying every day passing in stagnant, muted colors- know... that the vibrant flower only blooms for so long... Time moves forward as you stand still- grasping onto your fear as if it will save you from life in all of its realness.. you pull it over you.. seeking comfort in the darkness when your head has rested on her breast- yet you push away.. all thoughts of where that can lead. And yet.. you must know.. that being a woman made up of strength and conviction.. a woman of vulnerable soul and souring spirit, sweet loving and earthly desires- that she knows her worth... She will not hold on to the shore as the tide recedes- for she is made of the sea.. pure, serene.. fierce.. a slave in her own rite to the cycles of the moon as she ebbs and flows with time...
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 12:39:12 +0000
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