And I remember how easy it is to feel like a woman.
To be held in the way of beeauty
and not have to do anything to prove my self
or bee less than all that I am.
"You are a beautiful Goddess," he says,
revering and honoring me. And all I have to do is receive.
I RECEIVE.
I RECEIVE.
And I remember my written words that what I want most, really,
is to feel safe (and beautiful).
Held in strong arms.
A masculine container for my divine feminine flow - contained, gently.
Rocked. Nurtured. With loving words, soft caresses.
Divinely honored.
Easy.
