LADIES: When you are TOUCHED by the right man… You’ll FEEL it. ♥️ Here is what your future Divine Masculine partner wants you to know about how he will touch you. Not just your body Body. Your Mind. And Your Soul.
When I touch you…
it’s not just your skin that responds—
it’s the ancient part of you
that’s waited lifetimes
to be FULLY seen and felt.
My hands are not hands.
They are oaths.
They are promises written across your body
in the language of a warrior who never breaks them.
When I touch you,
you will remember what it means
to be safe enough to surrender.
To let go,
to fall back,
to open your thighs and your soul—
because you know I’ll catch both.
When I touch you,
I claim nothing,
but awaken everything.
Not as an owner,
but as a king kneeling before the sacred altar
of your wild feminine fire.
I touch you like the map to our future
is drawn across your curves,
and I study it like a man obsessed—
because I am.
Obsessed with your pleasure.
Obsessed with your growth.
Obsessed with what we’re building,
with where we’re going,
and who we’re becoming, together.
When I touch you,
you will feel how deeply I’ve chosen you—
not because you are mine,
but because you are YOU.
Because your heart roars with the same hunger as mine—
for truth, for beauty, for adventure,
for a life that sets the world on fire.
When I touch you,
your walls forget how to be walls.
Your body arches.
Your breath catches.
Your moans become music made only for me.
And in that moment,
you’ll feel it:
that you are devastatingly feminine,
and that I am unapologetically masculine.
You’ll feel how I can dominate your body
while worshipping your spirit.
Lead your soul
while kissing your shadow.
Press you open
while holding you whole.
I will touch you
in the ways no boy ever could—
with intention, with depth, with skill,
with a fire that knows how to burn slow
and still consume you whole.
And when I touch you,
every cell of your being will beg for more—
not just of my hands,
but of my presence,
my devotion,
my primal need to see you,
to feel you,
to know you.
When I touch you,
you’ll feel the future throb between us—
the lives we’ll change,
the empires we’ll build,
the oceans we’ll cross
in search of more life, more freedom,
more of this divine dance we’ve chosen.
And when the world grows heavy,
you’ll remember this:
I was forged in fire to hold you.
To protect you.
To ravish you.
To honor every shade of the goddess you are.
So when I touch you…
you will melt.
You will bloom.
You will ache.
You will come home.
And once you’ve tasted this—
my love,
my fire,
my kingdom—
you’ll never, ever forget
the way it feels
when I touch you.
~ Resurrecting the Male Divine
it’s not just your skin that responds—
it’s the ancient part of you
that’s waited lifetimes
to be FULLY seen and felt.
My hands are not hands.
They are oaths.
They are promises written across your body
in the language of a warrior who never breaks them.
When I touch you,
you will remember what it means
to be safe enough to surrender.
To let go,
to fall back,
to open your thighs and your soul—
because you know I’ll catch both.
When I touch you,
I claim nothing,
but awaken everything.
Not as an owner,
but as a king kneeling before the sacred altar
of your wild feminine fire.
I touch you like the map to our future
is drawn across your curves,
and I study it like a man obsessed—
because I am.
Obsessed with your pleasure.
Obsessed with your growth.
Obsessed with what we’re building,
with where we’re going,
and who we’re becoming, together.
When I touch you,
you will feel how deeply I’ve chosen you—
not because you are mine,
but because you are YOU.
Because your heart roars with the same hunger as mine—
for truth, for beauty, for adventure,
for a life that sets the world on fire.
When I touch you,
your walls forget how to be walls.
Your body arches.
Your breath catches.
Your moans become music made only for me.
And in that moment,
you’ll feel it:
that you are devastatingly feminine,
and that I am unapologetically masculine.
You’ll feel how I can dominate your body
while worshipping your spirit.
Lead your soul
while kissing your shadow.
Press you open
while holding you whole.
I will touch you
in the ways no boy ever could—
with intention, with depth, with skill,
with a fire that knows how to burn slow
and still consume you whole.
And when I touch you,
every cell of your being will beg for more—
not just of my hands,
but of my presence,
my devotion,
my primal need to see you,
to feel you,
to know you.
When I touch you,
you’ll feel the future throb between us—
the lives we’ll change,
the empires we’ll build,
the oceans we’ll cross
in search of more life, more freedom,
more of this divine dance we’ve chosen.
And when the world grows heavy,
you’ll remember this:
I was forged in fire to hold you.
To protect you.
To ravish you.
To honor every shade of the goddess you are.
So when I touch you…
you will melt.
You will bloom.
You will ache.
You will come home.
And once you’ve tasted this—
my love,
my fire,
my kingdom—
you’ll never, ever forget
the way it feels
when I touch you.
~ Resurrecting the Male Divine
