I found her in a riverbed.
Laying there vulnerable.
The waters caressing every contour of her body
Immersing every limb under the blanket of tranquility.
The water overcame her lungs.
She was filled.
I died in that river
and when I became conscience again,
I arose knowing that beauty.
The beauty of vulnerability.
The beauty of feeling.
ne me laisse jamais partir
I cannot wait to be with Daddy tomorrow! We are suppose to spend the entire day together cooking and playing. We will be making pesto focaccia pizza and red velvet cake, both being my absolute favorites. Then he has a few surprises for me, one of which being a full body massage ( I managed to get that out of him). A full day of service! :)
When I kneel in front of my partner, it is not just a sign of a respect, it is a sign of the love and the passion that I have for him or her. It is my way of telling them that the love and care that I have for them as a person is so strong and so fulfilling that it brings me to my knees. When I rest my head on my partner’s knee it is not purely an act of submission but also an act that symbolizes trust. I place my temple and my cheek on his or her knee to show that I can be small or below them… I can be physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually vulnerable around them because I trust them with my everything. Kneeling is more than submission, and submission is more than just sex. Both are an act of love, devotion, and trust that I withhold from the rest of the world and decide to give, to show, to that one special person. It is also something I can share with more than one person and I never have to reclaim it because it has always been mine.
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