Category Archives: strength

The Ache

anticipation of your kiss

your sweet wet lips on me

your electric touch

sets me on fire

the way your stare

unsettles me

intense longing

suspended desire

you break my heart

leaving me craving you

swollen with lusty memories

wetting my appetite

but not feeding me

let me drink from you

feast off you

needing the weight of you

all over my body

taste me

devour me

take me into your mouth

fill me up

swim deep inside

dominating

surrendering

this delicious ache

distracting

reminding me

of your fierce gaze

as you pleasure me

getting swept away

so hungry for you

come with me

are you just an illusion

made up in my dreams?

still…

I await you

come for me

Power of touch

a sleeping sensual energy

has been awakened

a longing for touch

connection

resurrection

running my hands down my arms

slowly up my legs

around my soft belly

my breasts

my hips

over each hand

trailing down my waist

massaging my ass

my thighs

my tender button

loving them wholly

inviting pleasure

moving down to my feet

pressing into the soreness

a delicious ache

going deep

sacred touch to please my senses

blissful release

reverence for this beautiful vessel

taking my time

honouring every part of my body

offering gratitude

seeking forgiveness

for the neglect of youth

insecurity

judgement

this temple

my sanctuary

possessed by no one

offered only to those

strong enough to stand in my beauty

my powerful essence

my blinding light

I shine even brighter

embracing my too-muchness

my spirit

my curves

as I touch myself

stroking my body

I am infused with love

admiration for this divine machine

that serves me with devotion

no matter the carelessness

the disrespect

veneration through caress

sublime massage

healing touch

inviting the power of sensuality

by feeling into my body

quenching her thirst

feeding her craving

soft flowing movement

sweet surrender

I am whole

I am magnificent

I am love

Panther rising

You move slowly

As you touch, kiss, taste

Each part of me

I breathe in your breath

Like a cat

As I surrender to the sensations

Sensual

Controlled

Calculated

Designed to seize me

A whispering feather

Barely grazing my skin

Teasing me

Then flying away

I move closer as you move away

Toying with me

Bending me

To your craving

Blood fills my sacred space

Pulsing, rising

I am alert

You circle your fingers around me

Aligning our energies

I am being guided

Toward the boundary

A deep yearning

Divine waters flow free

A powerful surge overtakes me

I am the prey

Vulnerable

Being led to my consumption

Your appetite is fierce

But mine is stronger

On hands and knees

I am infused with the Panther

Silky black skin

Saliva dripping from my teeth

A predator’s stare

I long to taste you

I move with feline energy

As I slither across the earth

Crawling toward you

Seducing you

Drawing you close

You are now my prey

I will devour you

But first we play

We circle each other

Desires aligned

Grasping for control

A predator’s instinct

To dominate

I will submit

For a moment

I calculate your next move

And my own

This visceral dance

Makes me dizzy and hungry

You watch me

Never looking away

Meeting and matching my every move

The tension is high

I lose my breath

Sensing my vulnerability

You come for me

I abandon all restraint

I expose my throat

Inviting you to feast

A thick growl rises

As I move with your touch

You bite into me

My juices dripping

You lap up my essence

You take your time

Enjoying my submission

I come for you

While you’re distracted

By my pleasure

I reclaim my position

The control is now mine

You will surrender to me

The agony and the ecstasy

Of the chase

We abandon ourselves to it

We breathe in unison

Watching each other closely

As we rise

Higher and higher

Before falling off the edge

Our souls collide

As we fly into each other

I am a part of you now

I will remain in your dreams

Creating a longing when you think of me

You cannot possess the Panther

She will remind you

When you try

Stroke me

While I purr for you

Hold me

Kiss me

Then release me

The hunt is calling

I await our next feast

Come find me

I want to be your obsession, not your distraction

I want to weigh passionately on your mind and in your heart

I want you to crave me, to look for me in your dreams

I want you to be willing to move mountains to get to me

I want you to hold me so tight my breath catches in my throat

I want you to touch, to savour, to devour every inch of my body and soul

I want you to stand bravely by my side and face all kinds of weather…. storms as well as sunshine

I want to feel adored, safe and cherished

I want you to put your hand in mine and journey with me to higher realms

I want you to protect me… protect us, with unyielding devotion

I want you to hold my tears, not cause them

I want you to tenderly and reverently hold my heart, not break it

I want you to tell me the truth, not bludgeon me with it

I want all of you, not just the shiny parts

I want you to show me all your colours and your shadow and love me in mine

I want a sacred union of trust

I want you to join me in the vulnerable place, mine and yours

I want a cosmic love that transcends time and space

I am waiting

Come find me

Yearning

Painting: “The Yearning” by Carolyn LeGrand

I feel you in the pit of my stomach

I see you in my dreams

Exploring every inch of my soul

Your touch reverberates inside me

Your energy lingers

Causing more yearning

This connection is strong and inexplicable

I want to feel your hands on me

Come through the door and shake me awake

This dream is divine

The truth shatters the illusion

My yearning for you is just a reflection

I see myself in your pain

Open me

Unwrap me from my slumber

Take me

Ravish me

Then set me free.

Layers

“Releasing layers of pain” ~Painting by Sheritta Rogers

A spark of possibility

Exciting wonderment

What lies ahead?

Another layer reveals itself

Beneath the surface 

Sadness for what was

What could have been 

New beginnings illuminate the shadow

Fear, an armouring, folding in

A call to courage 

To remain open hearted

Vulnerable, honest

Like a child

Before the heartbreak of trauma

Authenticity requires trust

Trust is an honour bestowed

Not granted without enquiry

Consistent, generous acts of love

No strings, no ulterior motives

True love feels safe

Like a warm embrace

No benefit of the doubt 

For where there is doubt

There is a reason

No one is entitled to hear our stories 

Trust is a gift of the heart

A sacred invitation 

To meet in the soft vulnerable place

To show up in all our shades

To share our healing 

Holding space for each other

As we journey through the layers of our pain

Surrendering to the flow 

Allowing another to witness our shadow

These are the qualities of a true love story

Worthy of our precious hearts

To run and hide

Is to deny ourselves 

The nurturing of love

Isolation, distraction, shame

Punishment for our hurt

Love is the antidote

Peel back the layers

Uncover the tender spots

Bathe them in forgiveness

Compassion 

Release what no longer serves us…

Holds us back from stepping into the glory of who we are

Our divine essence

Receive the invitation

To open 

To surrender

To allow 

To trust 

Step into the heart space

Risk it all and show up fully

Our gifts are beautiful, unique offerings 

Share them fearlessly

No one loves quite like we do

Let us start with ourselves.

Namaste 🙏

What if….?

“What if we choose love… every. single. time?

What would the world look like then?” ~Jana Joy

What if we love as much as we’re capable of loving, even if it falls short of other’s expectations or needs?

What if our insecurities and fears are the cause of our harmful behaviour and has nothing to do with others?

What if we act out just because we are hurting?

What if forgiveness for all the hurt we cause each other is a blessing that will open our hearts to loving ourselves and others more deeply?

What if we are so desperate to prove our worth by “doing” in order to hide from our feelings of worthlessness that we just can’t see another way?

What if being asked to open our hearts and rise is simply out of our capacity right now?

What if what we truly need is something we can find within ourselves and we don’t need to look to others for it?

What if our suffering is so immense, we just need to hide for a bit to feel safe?

What if we simply lack the skills to navigate through our own painful emotions so cannot hold space for others in pain?

What if we stopped judging ourselves and others for how we show up in our pain and just had compassion instead?

What if we acknowledge we are all doing the very best we can when faced with difficult circumstances?

What if we stopped begrudging ourselves and others what little relief we can find in whatever ways we can find it, even if we don’t agree on each other’s methods?

What if the actions of others, their beliefs, opinions and harsh words have nothing to do with us and are merely reflections of their own heart that may broken, closed or healing from trauma?

What if the same is exactly true for us?

What if our fear of starting over is what causes us to behave in hurtful ways?

What if our true value is no longer defined by others?

What if we just gave thanks for the gifts in our lives that are here because of all the pain we’ve faced and overcome?

What if setting ourselves free is our greatest act of self love and inspires others to do the same?

What if we stopped looking backward and started focussing on all the blessings here, right now, and what is on its way to us?

What if we stopped clinging to old habits, to things, to ideas, to people that only weigh us down and prevent our ascension?

What if we placed all of our attention on the incredible life that awaits us when we let go of the storylines that threaten to destroy us?

What if we remember our divine “why” and followed our hearts instead of our minds?

What if we choose love… every. single. time?

What would the world look like then?

Craving

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” – Rumi

My mind slips into remembrance of your touch

Your gaze…

Intense

Creating a fierce hunger in me

My heart skips a beat

Electricity flows through my veins

Awakening the sleeping passion within me

Tender embrace

Reverence

Gently holding each other

As we move into vulnerability

There is fear beckoning me

I resist the urge to pull away

Back to the safety of my armour

You stand in your truth with such courage

It calls me back

Opens my heart

No need to define this connection

So raw in its intensity

Just allowing the flow of energy to weave its way back to the ocean

To source

No need to build a dam

To block

To hoard

To interrupt what is destined.

This pull is strong

But I remain fluid

I cannot be held by grasping

I can only be bathed in and then released.

I seep into your heart and leave a piece of me

To remind you

I am here

Pure light

Resonating frequencies

Ease and grace my offering

I see you

I feel you so deep within

I hold you in my dreams

May this journey

Bring us closer to truth

Broken hearts

Healing

Trust

Guiding each other home

Let me hold space for your pain

Transforming my own

I am coming back to life

A spark of divinity

Awakening to love

To connection

To purpose

I am fed

But still hungry

I await our next moment

With baited breath

Stand Tall.

We all have greatness in us. We just need to get out of our own way.

I Stay Because I Am a Damn Warrior

“I stay because I am brave.

I stay because I am strong.

I stay because I am built for hurricanes.” ~Jana Joy

I am a runner.

I believed it because you said it with such authority.

But is that true?

No.

Not even a little bit.

I stay

because I am brave.

I stay

because I am strong.

I stay

because I am built for hurricanes.

You are the runner.

So many moments you were called to stay,

But you ran away

Every. Single. Time.

You let me believe I was the broken one.

The unworthy one.

But I see now it’s not personal.

You abandon everyone who asks you to show up in any real way.

It is your lack running the show.

You bully, dominate, control the narrative.

Terrified the truth will be uncovered.

Beneath your “doing” is manipulation

Designed to build a hero’s image.

But it was all an illusion

To hide the cowardice.

My work is to unravel the narrative you expertly built,

To discover myself outside of your carefully crafted storyline.

To hand your traumas back to you

to carry for yourself.

I held them for so long, I collapsed under the weight.

I needed you to be the strong one,

For once.

But you didn’t step up and stand by me.

You didn’t offer to carry it,

Alleviate some of the burden.

You just heaped on more.

And then you ran.

You found someone else to hold your shame for you,

Too weak to carry it yourself.

I see the pattern clearly now.

So many moments you were called to courage

and you ran.

You left me to face all of life’s challenges…

alone.

To manage all the moments

you were too afraid to show up for.

I stayed.

I reconciled.

I made excuses for your absence.

I resolved all your problems for you,

All by myself.

Because I am the strong one,

The brave one,

The one who can face any challenge.

But I enabled your hiding.

I gave you the credit

When the credit was all mine.

I am not the runner.

I never was.

I stayed.

I stay.

Because I am a damn warrior.