Touching the Feminine

She has always been an elusive form to me.

I didn’t truly know her intricate beauty and depth.

I believe one can only come to know her through experience.

I knew of the feminine qualities — softness, kindness, acceptance, sensitivity… But now they feel like garments, like something worn on the surface, after I have touched her true depth.

She has all of this, and still, she is so much more.

She is the deepest sea.

She is the darkest cave.

She is the highest mountain.

She is divine.

And I am struck by her power.

She remains elusive to me. She is here — I feel her presence. And at the same time, I cannot catch her. I cannot grasp or define her.

She cannot be owned. She cannot become someone’s property, someone’s object.

She is a wild animal. An elusive panther, with piercing eyes.

Her relaxation is infinite. Can you relax deeply enough to feel her?

She is a state of being that carries me effortlessly, allowing me to surrender fully — like never before.

There are no walls.

No armour.

She is exposed.

She is volcanic pleasure.

She is rapture.

She is electromagnetic waves — can you feel them?

Her energy is magnetising. She is a firework at its most perfect expression.

She is strong and fragile at the same time. And her fragility is intricate —woven with thousands of subtle details and patterns.

She asks to be cared for. And yet, her asking holds no need.

It is an invitation —one that feels impossible to resist.