one day you wake up and realize that there’s no urge to give away, the most attractive thing is to receive and be pleasured and be respected in divine power. 

Woke up and my type suddenly aligned with the partner i see myself committing to. 

The love i allow into my world is the kind that honors me and serves me out of pure ecstatic willingness. 

Not lustful but aligned with presence.

My only destiny is to exude and be poured into by a giving heart. 

A woman who is divine, creates life all around.

My only kink is devotion.

A partner that pours into my cup without begging to taste the water. 

Receiver in a deity sense of the word.

Allow true devotional love to open into you.

Without exploiting the body.

If only for the feeling of pleasure, that’s not love my love, that’s carnage.

I wake up every day, with more space in my heart.

Less walls and more playfulness through which I heal my heart.

Just to experience the love of life.

I am.

The full universe localized.

¿Who wouldn’t fall in love with that?

But truth is God, and the capacity is no joke.

But life is love, and the practice starts with choice.