This stranger graced my presence decades ago. The energy of said stranger made my mind explode with possibilities, my heart with joy and my gut with hope. This stranger felt like unconditional, like safe, like authenticity… Thank you beautiful stranger, your existence enhanced mine for the future. When you were my present, the darkness superseded my light. The pain superseded the joy. The inability to sit in the moment, in the joy, in the gratitude…was a major turning point. I didn’t allow myself to sit in the joy because I didn’t think I deserved it. Didn’t think I was worthy of anything that wasn’t difficult. Had to feel like a struggle to be real. Had to be harsh, corrective and painful. That’s what love felt like until the veil began to lift. The veil began to lift in 2019 and the broken hearted version felt healing for the first time. I could’ve feel love past pain. My emotions are so completely raw and vulnerable in this moment so I chose to write completely from my heart. Maybe you all have met this stranger as well. The stranger is my past.…
Do you decide you’re in love from the moment you lock eyes? Is it the conversation? The energy? The first kiss? That moment of sexual intercourse?
Does it feel like a cool breeze on a summers night? Like a glass of water when you’re parched? A warm bath after a long day?
That feeling when he’s not just on your mind but in your mind. He’s in your soul and he nurtures it. His words are filling and affirming to the heart. His touch is like silk or satin on the skin. His kiss is liquid gold but his lips are pillows. His hands are strong with a body that’s sculpted. His whispers make you purrr literally and figuratively. He increases the secretions on every level. The way he speaks and teaches and supports and listens and… Makes. You. Bite. Your. Lip, at the thought of him. All of this without actually having sex? This man is different. He is healing when speaking of healing in a physical form. What is the temperature in a room of passion with high self control?
How do you know it’s love? His whispers in your ear… down your spine… down your thighs… Up. Your. Thigh. He’s sensational, but is it love? And does he really exist?
BTWN LVRS: Changing The Narrative 