I didn’t think men like this actually existed—and then I met one.

To say I was shocked is a grand understatement. He’s a gentle-hearted warrior. He’s like fire mixed with the softness of a gardenia-scented lily.

He’s not perfect (that would be boring as hell) but he’s real, authentic and vulnerable. I feel challenged, cherished and taken care of in ways I didn’t even think were possible. I can truly be myself. The roarin’ tender fierceness of my femininity doesn’t scare him—it inspires him. And suddenly, like pulses of lightning from deep inside my bones, I understand why every man I’ve been with before has not cut it for me.

I finally know what I deserve. I deserve a man who can meet me in the sweet spittin’ fires of soul. And you—you, wonderful goddess woman you—I bet you’re realizing what you deserve, too. It is my deepest hope that these words resonate with your luscious heart and remind you that there’s someone madly wonderful out there, who’s just dying to be with you. The real you.

 

There is nothing sexier than a man

Who knows how to traverse the juicy pathways of his own heart

A man who can stand to be called out on his sh*t

A man who, when you boldly ask him to be there,

Says yes—hell yes

And shows up beautifully,

With every ounce of his beating heart.

 

There is nothing more beautiful than a man

Who talks openly and passionately about what’s on his mind

Rather than pulling far away and glossing it over

With a bullish*t generic response of

“I’m fine.”

 

There is nothing more breathtaking in the world than a man

Who knows the salty taste of tears

A man who lets you see him on his worst days

Stripped

Sad

And raw—

Vulnerability hanging out of his split-open heart like ripped ribbons.

 

There is nothing more bone-suckin’ delicious than a man

Who knows how to take care of a woman,

How to touch her softly and fiercely at the same time

How to f*ck her wildly while gazing gently into the sapphire depths of her soul

How to set her free while claiming her

And make her feel like a cherished jewel of divinity,

Like the goddess she is.

 

There is absolutely nothing more astounding than a man

Who kisses like he could die five minutes from now

A man who understands the gem preciousness of this breath

This inhale…and exhale…

A man who wants nothing more

Than to face the world together

As you both smile,

Breathe

Set the air around you on delicate fire

Transcend bullsh*t

And ascend towards nectar galaxies far too beautiful to comprehend.

 

There is nothing more maddeningly magnificent than a man

Who pulls you close and declares his love for you

And shouts it from the rooftops like music

And weaves his fingers through yours with ripe enthusiasm

And isn’t scared to call you too soon

And call you out on your sh*t

And call you

The luscious love of

His life.

 

There is nothing more goddamn gorgeous than a man

Who is fiercely himself

Who holds the strongest heart space

In his warm, sultry embrace

For you to bloom

Blossom

Flourish

And soar

As he does the same.

 

At the end of every dissolving sands, apricot sunset-soaked day—there is nothing sexier than a man

Who knows how to love himself.

A man who values the truth running through his veins like sacred ink.

A man brave enough to be there for you—and himself—when sh*t is beautiful and when it’s completely falling apart.

This is the kind of man you deserve.

A man who isn’t afraid of emotion.

A man who shows up one hundred percent.

A man who is ready—who craves—every drop, drip and ounce of an authentic, earthy goddess of a wonderful woman like you.

 

Let him kiss you with his entire being until you remember who you really are.

Don’t settle down with him—

Settle up

Into a more luscious, technicolor life

A life so beautiful it hurts sometimes.

A life so fulfilling you’ll never be thirsty again.

A life so freeing and spun of soul it makes you dizzy.

Anything less than this

Heartfelt, present, purely sacred beauty

Is a goddamn

Tragedy.

Don’t settle

Down—

Settle up.

‘Cause when the divine masculine meets the divine feminine, magic happens.

The sweetest magic of all.

Are you ready for it?

 

BONUS: Enlighten your sex life:

 

Relephant:

If You Need Permission to Rest, Here it is. {Poem}

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Author: Sarah Harvey

Photo: Flickr

Editor: Catherine Monkman; Ashleigh Hitchcock