I’m your woman. Don’t look to me for stability. Let me rage Like the fire that I am. Gale force winds. The slow undulation of the deep moving sea. The trembling into earth cracking open. Quaking hips ~ Burning lips ~ Rolling ~ agitating ~ raging ~ flailing ~ ~ Free ~...
Her secret desire is to be ravished, lovingly forced open in unbearable pleasure, and taken fully to love by a man* of deep spiritual, wisdom, strength, humor, sensitivity and integrity. ~ David Deida *(or woman)
