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I kissed his feet. ॐ
It was easy for me to do.
He is a Rainbow Warrior.
A Knight of the Goddess.
Men who live from their hearts,
deserve to have their feet kissed by powerful women.
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I kissed each one of his toes.
Then I kissed all of his fingers.
I laid on my belly, in full prostration in front of him.
It’s not because he asked me too.
He would never ask me to.
I did it because he deserves it.
He deserves a woman like me to worship him.
No.
I don’t treat every man this way.
I treat my man this way.
And “my” man, would never make me HIS.
Because he knows I belong to the universe.
✫
I chose him as my partner because he loves unconditionally.
He supports others whole heartedly.
He lifts me up, when society has taught him to tear strong women down.
Most importantly,
He knows his worth.
When a man knows his worth,
I bow down to him.
It’s my duty-
to worship the sacred masculine characteristics as they arise in each man.
To support the recalibration of power between men and women.
♂♀
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