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my fears and truly see you, feel you, and bloom you open to God with my love. Will you meet me in this commitment? Will you promise to open and give your love’s offering as best as you can, even when you are afraid or hurt? If we can each commit to opening, there is no limit to how deeply our love can grow or how fully our gifts may flower.
Your secret sexual desire is to be ravished, lovingly forced open in unbearable pleasure, and taken fully open to God by a man of deep spiritual wisdom, strength, humor, sensitivity, and integrity. But your past relationships probably fell short of your deepest desire for a man’s loving, and your current relationship is probably also lacking. Why?
The love that is deep in your heart is probably buried under layers of frustration and pain. How did these layers harden around the open yearning of your heart?
Since you were a young woman, you have probably dreamed of being lovingly taken by a good man, a man who could truly know you and cherish your heart, a man of deep integrity, a man you could trust with your life—a man you could trust to take you open into love’s deepest bliss. Even now, you probably yearn to be taken by a man who truly sees your deepest heart’s bright love and really knows your body, staying in touch with your unique energy as it moves and changes.
Sometimes—perhaps rarely—your lover can be so present with you that your fears relax and your body opens. In these magic moments, you and your lover connect so deeply that your hearts merge as one. All separation dissolves. Your body is given over to him, and his tender strength opens you further than you can control. You may weep and tremble in his arms, beneath his body, held in his love, pressed open by the force of his true desire for your deepest heart.
These moments are special, and few. Eventually, your man probably betrays you, either because he desires another woman more than you or because his love becomes shallow, his sexual neediness disgusting. Even in moments of intimacy, he doesn’t touch your deepest heart or even try. You know he can love you open, perhaps more than any man ever has, and yet, over time, he becomes less interested in communing with your deepest heart. He drifts into his career, focusing on his projects, sitting in front of the TV, or satisfying his need for superficial sexual release.
So you begin to learn to live with your hurt and take care of yourself. If you can’t depend on a man’s love, then you can only depend on yourself. You learn to take control of your life, to guide yourself to your own destination. But something is still missing, no matter how successful your career or how comfortable your life is. You still yearn to be taken by a man’s real love, to be truly seen and opened by your lover’s penetrating gaze, touch, and profound heart-desire.
Secretly, you still yearn to surrender to a man who is worthy of your trust. But you have not met him—and worse, you have learned that when you surrender open and give yourself completely to a man, you eventually get hurt. In the rare moments when your depth is invited, your pain comes up first and you often end up scaring your man away.
So, you begin to doubt love. You lose trust in men. You surround your wounded heart with shells of emotional protection, hopefully preventing more hurt. Your body develops tensions and even diseases after years of not surrendering, not receiving deep love, not giving yourself entirely, as you so long to do with every cell of your being. There is always tension—the tension of not being met and really stretched open in the fullness of the love you are.
So when a man feels you, he feels your shells. In your face, he sees the strain of long hours or years of holding your life together while your deepest heart would rather have surrendered open in ecstatic trust. In your gait, he feels the stress of unoffered bodily devotion, while your deep heart would rather have been a slave to