I need a space like the moon
quiet, vast, ancient.
Not empty,
but echoing with all the things no one dares to feel.
Her space is lunar
It doesn’t ask for noise
it pulls tides.
And if you’re brave enough to come close,
she won’t trap you
She’ll open you
She is a woman of the moon, carved in tides,
breathing silver between her thighs,
dripping truth,
raw and unshaped,
like wild honey on a forbidden tongue
She is sensuality with a naked soul
less than that, she doesn’t want..
Don’t clothe her in softness she didn’t choose
Don’t cage it with a silk voice that doesn’t speak the truth…
because she knows …
She is not looking to be tamed
She is the depth that will break you open
for those who dare to drown
just to taste what lies beneath your bones
The moon calls to those who feel and it will keep calling
soft, relentless, ancient
pulling you deeper
until you remember who you are
Until you unravel.
And if you let it touch you,
you won’t belong to the world in the same way again
you’ll belong
to the depth
To the wild
To her…
Sending you moonlight & Truth