You’re Right, You Don’t Deserve Her

You say you don’t deserve her. You’re absolutely right!

She is a magnificent Goddess, and you haven’t earned her blessings. You don’t deserve how she glows with excitement when she is passionate about something or when she finds something humorous. You don’t deserve how she has that little-crooked smile that lights the whole fucking world on fire with the energy it projects.

You don’t deserve this part of her because instead of helping her reach deeper into that beauty, you pull her down in negativity, rationality, and facts. Your energy discourages her fire.

You don’t deserve how she worships you like a God in the bedroom and helps you reach the depths of your being with orgasm. You don’t deserve to see her depth in this way, in the midst of your lovemaking when she is at the edge of orgasm and vulnerability floods her face. You don’t deserve this beautiful exchange of energy and the love that she can’t help but share in these moments.

You don’t deserve it because instead of jumping in, you disconnect and use her as a sex toy. You steal this beauty and diminish her power in these moments. You instead use her, fuck her, and leave her body packing on the trauma that she will have to remove to get back to her light. You can’t handle her vulnerability and her true surrender.

You don’t deserve her funny little moments when she looks a mess, but is sexy as hell. You don’t deserve the openness of her heart in these moments or the tears that sometimes escape from her eyes. You don’t deserve to know the depths of those tears and that, no matter how magnificent she is, she still struggles with herself.

You don’t deserve it because you can’t truly hold it. You don’t want to truly hold her here because it pushes you out of your comfort zone. You don’t deserve it because you are the reason for some of those tears and you don’t care to take the time or effort to make things right. You don’t deserve an open heart when yours is so closed off.

You don’t deserve her mind. The mind that works a mile a minute with new ideas. Beautiful fantasies, desires, and ways to make the world a better place. You don’t deserve to know her thoughts. Thoughts that are both complex, silly, spiritual, and at times dark.

You don’t deserve it because you don’t truly listen; you judge, and you pull her imaginings apart like you are scolding a child. You pull her back to earth with your ‘knowledge’ and reality. You don’t treat her mind like the beautiful feminine resource it is, and you diminish her with your hyper-masculine.

NO, you currently don’t deserve her! But she chose you for a reason. You are a deserving person but need to wake up and see her beauty. You need to step into your divine masculine and see her as the Goddess she is and then, and only then will you truly have earned her in all the ways she needs to be earned. You need to cherish her, encourage her, see her, hold her, and devour her… then you will deserve her. Then she will reopen her heart, her mind, and her body to take you to a new depth that you have yet to experience. Then you will have earned her magnificent light!

But there is work required, and until you start to do that work… You don’t deserve her!

Become Tied Up & Twisted In Your Dreamgirl

If you know me, then you know I adore music and have different artists for every mood. Music inspires my body and soul, and today, I am in a very soulful mood. I lie here in the grass on a beautiful spring day as the sun shines through my strawberry blonde hair and onto my pale white skin. Then my music library shuffles to Dave Matthews Band and the song “Dreamgirl” begins my turn-on, and then continues with “Crash Into Me.” Both of which make my soul sing with desire and orgasmic energy. It feels very fitting for this divine moment. I start singing along and thinking about how EVERY woman should have at least one man, if not more, in her life that looks at her this way. I close my eyes and dream of one of my lovers sitting next to me and staring at me with a mischievous boyish grin of desire and hope. Taking in not only the sun reflecting off of my body, but also looking deep into my soul to see all the beautiful little messy parts of me that he adores. It brings a beautiful smile to my face. I start to dream of my “Dream-man” where we continually and playfully ‘crash’ together! Chasing after one another in an animalistic playful way that is also sensual, where we are eating each other up, and can’t get enough at that moment.

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Letting Men Lead

Scenario 1: We have just come out from an extraordinary concert that has my heart dancing from the beautiful music. As we walk down the sidewalk, he grasps my shoulders and pushes me to the right, and I get jokingly scolded as he explains that he needs to be between me and traffic. In this moment, he wants to be my protector.

 Scenario 2: I patiently sit and wait for him to come around to my side of the car and open the door. I have to take a second to breathe past my conditioning of doing things for myself and just allow. He opens the door, I place my hand in his, and he gives me a gentle kiss before guiding me to our destination as I thank him for his thoughtfulness.

 Scenario 3: We are lying on the couch and just chatting as he shows me some interesting pictures and videos on social media. The conversation turns slightly sexy, and there is definitely a sexual tension in the room, but I feel frozen and am not making any moves. Then he suddenly stands up, grasps my hand, says he wants me, and pulls me up the stairs to his bedroom where we have an evening of play.

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