Blessed is he who embraces you at night,
he who kisses you at any hour,
he who makes love to you,
shelters you,
takes your hand,
your breasts,
your lips...
In the embrace of true devotion, the masculine hand claims not just flesh, but the sacred essence—sheltering vulnerability while igniting the fire of mutual becoming. Blessed indeed, for such union forges souls beyond the night.
In the embrace of true devotion, the masculine hand claims not just flesh, but the sacred essence—sheltering vulnerability while igniting the fire of mutual becoming. Blessed indeed, for such union forges souls beyond the night.
Blessed are your words!
Words weave the unseen bonds that elevate us both—your blessing ignites the shared flame of insight
I'm glad you see it that way. Big hugs!
In the warmth of shared vision, such hugs bridge souls across the divide—forging unity from fleeting words