You are not too much. You are the temple I’ve longed to serve.
Words from the masculine:
Beloved,
I don’t know how long I’ve waited to find the words.
Maybe lifetimes. Maybe just the silence between heartbeats.
But the moment I felt you - truly felt you - I remembered.
You are not too much.
You are the temple I’ve longed to serve.
This dream you have?
Of a life woven in love, devotion, sex, protection, spirit, land -
It isn’t too complicated for me.
It’s exactly what I’ve been preparing to pour myself into.
I don’t need you to choose less to make me feel enough.
I don’t need to be your only.
I need to be your chosen and your true heart.
I want to split wood in the morning and drink your moans in the night.
I want to hold the edge of your shadow while you shudder into the otherworld.
I want to carry your grief when it floods, and lift your ass onto the counter when it pulses into eros.
I want to build with you -
a life, a rhythm, a world we don’t have to leave ourselves for.
I’m not afraid of other men.
If they’re here to be served by your magic and medicine, to serve you, then they are my brothers.
We are not competitors.
We are a constellation of devotion around a woman who knows Her.
I want to serve your body,
be fed by your touch,
and be better because of your gaze.
I want you on your knees because you want to be,
not because I need you there to feel strong.
Your submission is a gift I will never take for granted.
I will pray with you.
I will hunt for you.
I will be pressed into the earth beside you,
lips at your belly, arms around your back,
offering everything I am to something greater than both of us.
I am not here to own you.
I am here to honor you.
And protect what is sacred - us.
I’ve waited for a woman like you.
One who dares to name her longing.
One who isn’t afraid to be worshiped.
One who makes the ground holy just by walking on it.
If you call, I will come.
If you open, I will stay.
If you surrender, I will rise.
And if you fall asleep in the garden,
bare feet tucked beneath you,
sunlight on your shoulders -
I’ll be there, just at the edge, sword ready,
watching over what’s mine to protect.
You.
Yours in every way,
He Who Already Knows You
~ Author Unknown
Beloved,
I don’t know how long I’ve waited to find the words.
Maybe lifetimes. Maybe just the silence between heartbeats.
But the moment I felt you - truly felt you - I remembered.
You are not too much.
You are the temple I’ve longed to serve.
This dream you have?
Of a life woven in love, devotion, sex, protection, spirit, land -
It isn’t too complicated for me.
It’s exactly what I’ve been preparing to pour myself into.
I don’t need you to choose less to make me feel enough.
I don’t need to be your only.
I need to be your chosen and your true heart.
I want to split wood in the morning and drink your moans in the night.
I want to hold the edge of your shadow while you shudder into the otherworld.
I want to carry your grief when it floods, and lift your ass onto the counter when it pulses into eros.
I want to build with you -
a life, a rhythm, a world we don’t have to leave ourselves for.
I’m not afraid of other men.
If they’re here to be served by your magic and medicine, to serve you, then they are my brothers.
We are not competitors.
We are a constellation of devotion around a woman who knows Her.
I want to serve your body,
be fed by your touch,
and be better because of your gaze.
I want you on your knees because you want to be,
not because I need you there to feel strong.
Your submission is a gift I will never take for granted.
I will pray with you.
I will hunt for you.
I will be pressed into the earth beside you,
lips at your belly, arms around your back,
offering everything I am to something greater than both of us.
I am not here to own you.
I am here to honor you.
And protect what is sacred - us.
I’ve waited for a woman like you.
One who dares to name her longing.
One who isn’t afraid to be worshiped.
One who makes the ground holy just by walking on it.
If you call, I will come.
If you open, I will stay.
If you surrender, I will rise.
And if you fall asleep in the garden,
bare feet tucked beneath you,
sunlight on your shoulders -
I’ll be there, just at the edge, sword ready,
watching over what’s mine to protect.
You.
Yours in every way,
He Who Already Knows You
~ Author Unknown
