His response to me last night in a *tell me something you love about me dyad* was…
”Your desire for more.”
I started sobbing, after an hour of tender conversation & the vulnerability of sinking into connection after days of separateness.
…my desire for more…
It’s one of the strongest things about me.
You can feel it in me (I believe).
My thirst. My capacity. My prowess. My hunger.
I’ve always had it.
But it wasn’t always *free*
Desire used to build underneath my surface.
Bubbling. Boiling. Burning.
Sometimes I’d let it out.
But most of the time I didn’t.
Now, it can’t help but ooze out of me.
‘Stay in your desire’
..tattooed on my thigh,
how could I forget
…the magnetism of a pu$$y dream
& the power behind the womb of my creation.
Yearning. Longing. For more.
What once was torturous..what once left me feeling ‘without’
is now an access point, for Spirit, for love, for devotion.
I let it pour in. Feed me. Fill me.
What a gift to be a constant well of desire
to sit in the fires of love & devotion
& to play on the edge of creation.
I love being a woman.