When white turns to grey…

Experiencing moments of intimacy with your Self but in the form of someone else…woman. She breathes the same breath as you. Elicits you to feel as if expressing your admiration for her is taboo. So hard to resist, you crave, your mouth waters for her kiss. On the perch of her breast, you desire for your head to rest, for the remnants of your age. Her mind is overflowing with dynamic beauty; you wish to articulate with her for days. Her intellect leaves your psyche amazed. This sensation has lasted over a lifetime but yet overnight, a second from each calendar day. In her absence her thought remains, causes your essence to vibrate. You don’t believe in soul mates, you say. Subsiding in the depth of her substance causes you to consider another way…when the white day turns to grey she yearns to lay with you, to caress herself within you. Vehemence between the two seems surreal. Human subsistence causes wonder, is this real. Conscious in the solar prime, dormant after sundown and before sunrise, let the dream continue and she will forever long for you.

LT © 2010

WHY IS IT "AS WOMEN WE FEEL LIKE WE HAVE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP OR WITH SOMEBODY TO CALL OUR OWN TO VALIDATE US?

In my opinion: I will speak the Truth because it seems like you want me to give it to you: (Disclaimer: Whatever your beliefs may be, I am referring to a story I read in a Book and this is not about religion). In the story of Creation, God the Divine Universal Being created man and woman. He/She/It created woman from the man's rib in order for man to have a companion and a mate. Woman was created in order to assist her mate in certain endeavors and also for the sake of reproduction. From the beginning of time women have innately lived by this role. It’s the role that I speak of, the help mate, the birth mate, the nurturer, the lover and etcetera. Something within her instinctively yearns to play this role in whatever ways, even if they are played out minutely (pronounced my-nute-ly not minute-ly). One can argue that not all women feel that way (no offense cousin) but even a woman’s body is geared for this role. Ever heard of the biological clock? Now matter how we attempt to ignore it, it exists. So I said all of that to say this. If a woman is not playing the role, the whole reason for her creation, she might have a tendency at times to feel a little inadequate, like she is not being productive enough. She has an innate desire to love, to birth, to give, to need, to want, to yearn for another’s love or touch, to feel needed and etcetera. Its not about not having a mate, it’s about not wearing the shoes that were solely created just for her.
LT