men

an ode, a wonderment, a script even

Men who are providers, by energy and generosity. Men who protect. Men who action your desires into existence. Men who make you feel like you are SO helped in life. A very, very delicious sort of man does exist on the other side of softening yourself into being open to receiving them. Men who make your spine, your pussy, your belly and your pelvic floor relax. Men who want to learn every song your body sings. Men who want to learn how to tune you into the highest symphonies of your pleasure. Men who want to master your arousal. Men who want to be personally responsible for your moving through the world like the gift that a well fucked woman is. Men who make you feel like a babygirl. Men who hold doors open for you and spank your ass. Men who will make doors open for you. Men who will be the wind beneath your wings. Men who provide guidance, wisdom, leadership and grounded presence that blesses your life at every level. Men who inspire you to rise higher in your business, with their advice and support and direction and sheer tenacity. Men who make things happen for you, knowing you could do it yourself but doing it before you could have, anyway. Men who take pride in taking care of you. Men who take care of you because it fulfills them. Men who take care of you because that’s how they were raised. Men who will ask you to stay put in a tent and go out into the dark woods, rifle in hand, scouring for danger, fighting off even the potential of a beast, at the slightest hint of a wrong sound. Men who hold you, fully. Men you never, ever, ever feel “too much” with. Men who feel like Kings when they fulfill your desires. Men who make you want to desire, in the first place. Men who make you wet, blossom and open like you’ve never known what shame is in your entire life. Men who make you a slut just for him. Men who make your life easier. Men who invest in you. Men who teach you. Men who lead you. Men who you feel safe to relinquish the driver’s wheel of your life to, every now and then. Men who give you the delicious safety and freedom to put your leg up on the dashboard and be passenger princess with in life, even if just sometimes, especially if almost all the time. Men who make it so, so beautiful to surrender. Men you don’t suck your stomach in with, men you unclench with, men you blush with. Men who provide for you the structure and safety to be drippingly, gorgeously lush and juicy. Men who bring out the seductress in you. Men who want you to be in pleasure. Men who bring out the most playful side of you. Men who bring out the most giggly, brain switched-off side of you. Men who make you feel safe so hard, men whose presence fills you up so deep, you’d leave your mobile phone at home when you meet them. Men who always want to pick you up and drop you back. Men who understand flowers. Men whose very existence and example makes you want to cringe at the conversations of your man-hating girlfriends. Men who can’t stand the thought of you having to lift a finger in their presence. Men who genuinely, deeply, from the bottom of your heart, bring out the side in you that could dare to daydream of wanting to make nurturer and nourisher your life’s work. Maybe even wife, maybe even mother. And feel so safe in being so. Not apologetic, nor ashamed, never less than, for wanting to be so. Men who are your safety net, not the one you need to work to have a safety net from. Men who’d go to war for you. Men you’d want to love to the end of the Earth and beyond. Men you’d gush about and gush for like all of the oceans of love lived within you. Men who call forth the wild, wild woman within you, because that’s how safe their presence feels, and that’s how strong a foundation they can build for your life together. That’s how deep their roots go. Men who get you out of your head and in to your body. Men who derive pleasure from your pleasure. Men who cannot fathom the idea of leaving you alone to figure anything out by yourself. Men who feel like Gods with you, and treat you like their Goddess. Men who protect and provide in the physical realm, as you protect and provide in the spiritual realm. Men who bring out the softness in you. Men who inspire you to heal from the bad men you met before them - dirty, messy, swampy, fucked up as it is to heal from that kind of wounding. Because you yearn to soften for him, because you know he has earned it, and he deserves that and so much more. Men that spit on your pussy before they eat her. Men that know how to dom you and revere you at once. Men that bring out the brat in you. Men that take responsibility. Men that possess integrity. Men that practice chivalry. Men you become a fucking Queen for. Men that you journey to the Underworld and back for, and if you know your mythology, you know I do not mean go through hell for when I say that. Men that put you on a throne. Men that you can fucking worship, just the way they worship you back. Men that make you realise that criminals, abusers and losers are the exception, not the norm. Men that make you rightfully question a lot of the modern narratives of womanhood that you were thinking were ‘empowering.’ Men who make you want to make a soup and listen to Sade and Naika. Men that truly, deeply, actually empower you and your entire life. Men whose entire playlists you want to listen to, and whose every favourite book you want to read, just to learn how to love them a little better. Men whose hearts have electromagnetic fields that waltz with yours. Men who penetrate you like The Divine itself is making love to you. Men who fill you up like you were born and designed just for them. Men who caress you, love you and fuck you like your union was the reason for the entire Universe to exist. Men who make you feel like there’s nobody more disconnected from life than women who hate men.