A longing lives heated in my heart, aching in my womb awaking me to needs I hold the seeds of jeweled want. Meet me in all the waves of my ways. Adore me with fragrant petals of blossomed birth. Open me to receive and have your hearth. Take me and fill me so I may pour out of your blessed seed. Hold me so tenderly I melt and pool as you drool of desire for my taste. Keep me safe in your embrace. I long. I need. I receive.
One of my deepest struggles in relationships is having my needs met. It has taken me a long time to discover and name my desires, even to myself. Sharing these desires with another requires immense courage and bravery, for it renders me vulnerable. These needs are relational, weaving an inherent dependence into the fabric of connection. As a woman, I believe there are parts of myself that can only be unlocked in the presence of another—a lover, a partner, a steward.
In my role as a priestess, I must tenderly steward these sacred needs to the feet of the man I choose. It is here I must relinquish control, for asking someone to be what they are not will only lead to heartache for both of us. My offering is a request to be met in all the ways I yearn to be met. From here, I open myself to the possibility of fulfillment or come to accept that the one before me may be unable or unwilling.
In this sacred dance, I must trust my intuition. I must honor my own wisdom, discerning when and with whom it is safe to unveil these profound needs.