She throws her head back in rapture. He waits in anticipation. She's so unpredictable. She can feel a volcanic force rising up from her core, from her womb. It terrifies her. So much energy and potency... she is as expectant as he is. She too has no idea how this energy will be expressed. All she knows is that she cannot contain it.
A woman of the temple celebrates men while never stifling the truth of her heart.
Yes she has boundaries. Yes she is strong. Yes she can provide and care for herself. All the while knowing that acknowledging men does not in any way, shape or form take this from her; for she knows her own innate power can never be taken from.
I get so spoilt by my partner that people have started asking me what I 'do' for him in return. In what ways do I support and nourish him.
I've found it somewhat difficult to respond to this question, mainly because I don't consider myself to be 'doing' anything.
So I ask him
"What does it take for me to want to give and do so much to you?... You just BREATH babe!" he replies as if it's a no brainer.
It's such a full response that comes from the depth of his soul. It feels true but perplexing to my mind.
Surely there is a more practical response.
I could feel the intense power that supported her softness, I wasn’t afraid of her volcano, I even dared to help it to move.
There was an electricity in my touch and a magnetism of presence I’d not felt for a long time.