I'm a grown woman,
A fully grown, fully developed woman,
I thought, I really thought that I knew my own body, surely...
Well, apparently, he knows it better than I do, or ever did.
I'm in my late 30s, how did it take me this long?
Why was I deprived of such pleasure all this time?
How naieve to think I had reached the pinnacle,
I wasn't even at base camp by these standards.
I thought I knew how, and what, I wanted to feel,
But my every expectation, my every desire has been obliterated,
I
Had
No
Idea
I could feel anything close to...
...what I feel with you.
You have shown me a world of magic,
A world of sublime, all-consuming mind altering bliss,
The utter mastery with which you play my strings leaves me breathless.
Words are so disappointly inadequate in describing something one can only know,
The balance of energies,
Complete loss of control,
Submitting as my most divine feminine and receiving the honor of your most sacred masculine.
The level of attention and mastery of submission and control and CARE and CONSENT and genuine attunement to...
...my every, single, breath.
It's in the level of respect,
In the honoring,
In the KNOWING,
In the selfless act of giving.
