home (for Jason)

you light the fire of hope and possibility within me.

without realizing it you call me home to myself

home to my soul's calling

home to what i was made for

home to love.

smc

Choose a man who’ll serve your soul

came across this gem...beautiful

Choose a man who’ll serve your soul.

You are awoken in a way that no longer draws an ordinary man.

Wise woman, wild woman, ancient muse of artists and poets, you crave a partner who can discern your siren call.

You’ve been the shadow that’s slipped past him on moonlit walks, when he’s been searching his heart. He’s reached out to grasp you but the time was never right.

Like a wisp of wind, you’ve eluded him on his journey toward enlightenment.

Perhaps he was not ready, perhaps you weren’t either, while you’ve been soaking your bones in mystery and reading sacred texts, he’s also been feeding his mind with poetry and prose.

Perhaps while you’ve been listening to the whispers of forest spirits and leaning against wise old trees, he’s been a step or two behind you, aching for the sound of your steps on the sodden moss.

Wild woman, spiritual seeker, choose a man who will feed your soul.

You have seen him in the cards, he’s illusive but he’s real. He’s a challenge, he’s unafraid to speak his mind. He’s a man who knows his path.

You need a man whose strength is in more than his hands. You need a man whose character makes your heart pound, your body lose control.

He’s the kind of man who will drink your essence but who won’t worship you, because he knows how real you need to be.

He’ll admire your fire, he’ll melt at your touch—he’ll enter your soul through your eyes.

He’ll understand your independence, the many times you’ll leave his side. He’ll follow if you ask him but keep his dreams his own. He’ll tie you down only when you ask it, and then, he’ll do it well.

A man who feeds your soul can feed your body as well.

He admires your solitude, he is turned on by your mind, he lives for your next breath of wisdom—wild woman—you’re everything he’s been looking for.

The books on your shelf, the incense in the air, the card splayed to tell his future, the chanting from your meditation room—all sacred food for him.

Choose a man who understands walks under the heavy, magical moon. One who will take your hand and trod through silently falling snow. One who talks to the stars and for whom the planets turn.

Choose a man whose smile will drop you to your knees.

One whose mouth burns at the back of your neck and the bottom of your spine. One whose love leaves no question about its intentions—he’s knows that you’re the one.

Choose a man who’s not afraid of his sexuality or yours. He’ll crave what you cradle in between your hips, his tongue like honey and his manhood rising to meet your lust. While you croon a love song, while you drift across his lips, he’ll bring you to an ecstasy of ocean waves crashing to the shore.

Give him everything, mystic woman. Pour him some pomegranate wine. Give him a drink of forbidden fantasies, let him know you in your darkest form.

A man who feeds your soul craves you raw. A man who feeds your soul walks with the raven as his guide. He is at home in this world and the one in between, that place where spirits gather and everything is known. Let him feed you with his magic, the words only he can speak, the deep, rich timber of his voice caressing your ears while you lie stretched naked in his arms.

He won’t run. No matter what you reveal. Even if you say that dragons or unicorns or wicked spirits visit your night-time dreams. Even if you utter words that only witches learned. Even if you tell him that once your body burned on a pyre of hatred and fear.

Choose a man who will serve your soul. Who knows that you are the universe, the sea at midnight, the plaintive sound inside a seashell and the whir of hummingbird’s wings at dawn.

He knows that you are solitude. That at times you are a destructive wind. That sometimes you are the frozen tundra and sometimes the heat of a dessert isle. Sometimes he is those things too, and why he gets you and still stays.

So lay down your defences. Put your sword in its safe place, drop that shield. He’s not going to hurt you, and if he does, it will be okay. You’ll understand each others weaknesses. Wild woman, let him in.

Choose a man who’ll serve your soul.

~ Monika Carless ~ 

this man

how can i not love this man

who holds me close

and stares into my eyes

while bringing me to orgasm?

here is a man 

who relishes my satisfaction more than his own 

because my pleasure is his satisfaction.

who could imagine this man

who, despite my age and size

finds my body beautiful

simply because i'm in it,

who worships me as his queen

and sees me as an angel,

and makes such sweet love to the parts of me i loathe?  

how this man became

so passionate, sensual and adoring of me

is a mystery to me,

but i rejoice, i rejoice, i rejoice

and become exquisite and powerful,

more authentic and whole

in the pureness, the beauty,

and the power of his love. 

in the wee hours

i am sitting here awake while most of the world around me sleeps.  i am missing my love.  not in a sad way, but in a longing way.  i know we'll be together soon, but that doesn't mean i don't crave the comfort of his presence now. i want to walk into the bedroom and see him lying there, and slide under the covers to snuggle close to him.  i want to reach my hand to him and feel his warmth and wanting, to feel his breath on my neck...soon that moment will come...soon, but not soon enough.

success

 i found this...something i wrote 9 years ago:

success should be measured in smiles, not by your career, your bank account, the house you own, or the car you drive. success is a condition of the heart and mind that comes from living simply, loving deeply and laughing often.

why i love hard

 

i have learned to never take love or those we love for granted.  i also have learned that life holds little meaning without love.  i love hard and for these very reasons.

love given and received fills a void in me that nothing else can.  i need love, to know it, to feel it and to give it.  i need intimacy, to touch and be touched, to treasure and be treasured.  there is nothing better than the deep, intimate connection that two people in love share and every day i am grateful to have this connection with another.