A Woman’s Desire: The Dance of Passion

A woman's desire is not straightforward. It cannot be wrapped up in flowers and promises. It is deep. It is wild. And it's older than any of us.

She is more than simply gentle and sweet. She is like fire in quiet water. When she loves, she offers her entire self, but not to just anybody. Only to the guy who understands how to view her completely--not only how she appears in the early light, but how her spirit alters when she feels protected.

You know, when a woman gives herself over, it is not out of weakness. She feels powerful enough in your presence to let go. She wants to be held, not only in arms, but with assurance. Not only touched, but recognized. She wants to sense your intent, not your control. Your hand directs rather than grabs. Your eyes are holding her rather than seeing her.

And when she truly trusts you, you will witness something extraordinary. She becomes both the storm and the refuge. She will let herself fall into you, not because she has to, but because she wants to. That is no minor matter.

Desire is not a game of taking. It is a dance. One of strength, definitely, but also of kindness. You do not gain her capitulation via force. You get it by being present. Steady. True. She does not want to be owned. She wants to be met in body, mind, and soul.

And if you ever stand in front of such a lady and she completely opens herself to you, don't take it lightly. Do not fumble. That moment...is holy. Not because she is yours, but because, at the time, you are also hers.

That is love. That is desire. And that, my friend, is the type of passion that endures long after the fire has burned out.