“Your strength is how calmly, quietly and peacefully you face life.” ~ Yogi Bhajan
A woman like me is not dazzled by the loudness of your voice or the opinions you shout. She is pleased to hear your wisdom, shared with an open mind and a calmness that speaks of your humility.
A woman like me is not always right, and she delights in your confessions of having made a mistake. Honesty is always a turn-on.
A woman like me keeps her heart guarded until trust breaks open the doors of intimacy. A man like you knows the path to her garden gate. It won’t need prying or cajoling—it is yours when you honor your own vulnerability.
A woman like me lives for her dreams and seeks her own path, despite the monsters that lurk in the corners of her mind. She seeks a man who slays his own dragons and leaves his bloodied sword outside her door. She can be his home, but cannot clean up behind the wars he wages with himself.
A woman like me wants a man whose tears are real. She will carefully catch them in the sacred cup of her love for him.
A woman like me wants wild and irreverent bedding. A man like you can deliver it with graceful wickedness. She will not apologize for her needs, and he will never chastise her for her desires. In turn, she will leave her teeth marks on his skin, and leave no doubt of her devotion.
A woman like me seeks no deliverance from her eccentricity. She wants a man who makes no sense to the world, but instead makes sense to angels and demons. They will listen to the call of the impossible together and write their destiny in the sands of time.
A woman like me wants to taste the sea. She wants to hear the sound of crickets in an evening field. She wants to lick the dew from the petals of roses and be immune to their thorns. A man like you will strip his clothes and swim in the darkness of her river. He will drown if need be; she is his compass and his north star.
A man like you is not afraid of her worshiping the moon. She is guided by the tides, and will never be the same tomorrow as she is today.
A man like you is confident in his own skin, rising like Poseidon from the depths of your own being and covering her with your divine masculinity. You take what she offers freely.
A woman like me waits for your homecoming—because she is stimulated by the stories you tell her, by the way you treat your tribe, by the way you build a fire for everyone to warm by. You are worthy of her mind.
A woman like me loves the man in you. You are not a mere distraction. You are the spark that lights her soul. You are love incarnate, the serpent to her honey-bee, the Shiva to her Shakti, the Yang to her Yin.
A woman like me can honor a man like you.
“You can ravish your woman so deeply that her surrender breaks your heart into light.” ~ David Deida
Author: Monika Carless
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Image: Flickr/Katia Romanova