I was having a
conversation with a friend about her guy who happened to be falling QUITE below
the bar in many areas of life and
their relationship. She was expressing to me how she was beginning to grow
tired of his antics, but didn’t want to leave; she didn’t want to give up on
the relationship. In response, I reminded her of all the good things she’d told
me about him and their relationship. I told her that it basically boiled down
to this: despite all of his shortcomings, how shitty things were or how much
she complained to me, none of it mattered. She wasn’t going anywhere, because in
their relationship (from what she’d told me) when he wasn’t fucking up, he excelled in the ONE area that mattered most:
he made her feel like a WOMAN –in every way that a woman should feel like one.
Not only did he do all the gentleman-like things for which most women long, not
only did he make her feel beautiful, not only did he pay attention to the
little things, not only did he wipe her tears gently with the back of his finger
and try to help her find solutions to her problems (instead of sitting there
looking stuck like some dumb-ass guys
do), he took his time with her. He learned her
–ALL of her. These words hit her hard.
And she thanked me. And it made me think of the importance of feeling like a WOMAN. I thought of the importance of
those feelings being caused by a man.
Before we go any further, I need to briefly explain something… There is a HUGE difference between being dicked down properly, and being made felt like a WOMAN. Now, because a big part of being made felt like a woman is physical, the two can be easily confused. You can meet a guy at a club, take him home, and he busts that ass royally! However, only a man for whom you’ve got feelings (real feelings –be they deep or shallow) can make you feel like a woman.
So I must pose a question: have you any idea what it feels like to be worshiped as a woman?
I strongly
believe that each and every woman on this planet should know what it feels like,
should have the opportunity, to be
made feel like a woman. I would say that it defies description, but I’m going
to try my damnedest to create some kind of explanation apart from the phrase,
itself. Here goes…
He takes the time to listen to not just the words, but the way you say them… Every sentence that comes out of your mouth means something profound. But he knows the line between protective and smothering, sweet and trite, romantic and melodramatic… and he never crosses it. Every time he looks at you, he looks in to you. You can feel his eyes taking you in. It makes you warm inside. You want to be looked at… by only him. Because no one else (presumably) can make you feel the same way from a look. The craving for that feeling is incessant… just from a look.
He touches you…
with purpose, intent. The soles of your feet to the crown of your head -each
piece of you, everything underneath, above, and in between- is treated like the
most special thing in the world. No currency, precious metal, nor stone, in his
eyes, hold any weight in comparison to you. You can feel all these things
coming from him… and you welcome them with anticipation.
He’s never exhausted with
compliments for you, because he’s not giving them with expectations of a return
of any kind. His only goal is to make
you happy. And because he worships
you in the way you’re supposed to be, because to him, you are “Queen of
Ten-thousand Moons”, he’s taken the time to know you and any and all things, and every and all ways to make you
happy. Because he makes you feel like the consummate woman, it's only inherent
that you make him feel like a man. And because you do this, he worships you
even more.
A physical encounter with a man who worships you is unlike that of any you’ve ever experienced, because it’s so much more than a physical encounter –which is part of the reason why only a man for whom you’ve got feelings can worship you properly. Imagine -if you will- his firm grip on the small of your back -the pulse from his fingertips massaging your skin. You close your eyes and exhale. He makes your breathing hollow. You lick your lips and watch his eyes trace your frame, taking in every inch of you as though it were his first time seeing something so incredible. His eyes exude appreciation and admiration. You're not just a woman to him. He kisses you... and everything he has for you, everything he feels for you is passed through his lips...
I didn't think this would be this difficult to explain... I've been worshiped... and know EXACTLY how it feels. I don't want to make it seem as though it's only a physical thing, because it's really not. It’s comprehensive. My personal beliefs make your husband or wife the MOST important person in your world. When a man worships you, you feel that important. Your every wish, desire, your every dream is a new mission for him to fulfill. If it's as simple as, "I'm thirsty," or as grandiose as, "I’m going to be the Queen of the World!", he'll grab that glass of water for you, or crawl on his knees and be a servant in your kingdom -although you'd want this man as your King.
Lemme exhale one time for y’all. Chiiiile!
