Oh her sweet love pulls me in as the strongest gravity, from the center of our union, 
My Longing to meet her is beyond this human mundane existence, 

Her feminine wounded-ness cries out in silent frozenness not to be saved but just to be seen, to reflect back to her the love that she truly is…

My work is to show up the best I can, to hold her as my beloved with open arms as her man, 

I know she needs my love because my body aches for hers…

I pray to feel all that she feels…

I need her to devour me with every bit of her love so that she can fully let me in… 

She needs me to hold her, yet sometimes not physically, but hold her in all her energy, all her agony and because I crave all her ecstasy… 

Your Beloved Lover,
Jeremy


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