I need the “she is mine" but without controlling.
The strong hands, muscular arms.
I need the embrace that tells me “I love you, you are safe in my arms".
I need the kisses and the drinks- the piña coladas thrown down the sink because the passion and pleasure are so intense that fire burns within.
The night transforms into a balance of lust and essence, complicity and sensual compassion.
Down the drain goes the alcohol because our bodies are set in fire and the arduous passion that burns within is expressed and shared in a dance of fire and consuming sensuality.
Love making follows, undressing, caressing, exploring our bodies.
I need the fire and the passion, the “she is mine and I will protect her no matter what". The ‘I will stand by her even if she is a pain, even before my kids because she is my queen".
I need the fire and passion.
Most of all I need me.
I need a man who understands and cherishes me.
A man who is brave and strong enough to hold me, one who has no fear, shame or guilt. So he can hold me tight in front of a crowd and claim me as “mine".
What woman wouldn’t want that?
What woman would trade her man for real passion?
And I know this is not ever lasting but a mere component of our human compassion. In essence we create love, in a dance and twirl that allows us to feel whole.
Waiting for my man.
In love.
A.
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L.I.P
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