Too much

My emotions run deep. You won’t know me by just skimming my surface. I crave real presence yet I’ll hide from it. You will have to understand my thoughts and my moods when I’m silent. Like a mind reader, which such a person doesn’t exist. My sensuality is not only physical, it resides in my imagination and stays within my dreams.

I am soft and I am fierce. You have to accept both. I hold a blend of sensuality and intensity–romantic, sometimes dark, but real. Honor my light as well as my shadows. When I ache for meaning, please don’t give me surface answers. I need space beside you to unravel.

My touch is more than physical. I don’t want to be a woman you want to conquer. I want to be a destination you want to explore. When I want to feel desired, my words may fail me. I need you to lead. Show me how much you want me. My arousal begins as a secret in my mind that only you are worth hearing.

I’m a seeker. I’m a soul-thinker. My language of vulnerability, curiosity, and metaphors, you have to learn to speak. Could you be drawn to my sacred longing or will it be too intimidating? There’s a fire inside me that needs protection. My fire needs fed not controlled. When I fall into exhaustion from the ache of beauty we share, hold me because I might break.

Would you notice the change in my eyes when I’m inspired? Would you see my courage aside from my appearance? Could you compliment them both? Would you think it’s admirable the way I fight for meaning, even when it’s painful? My creativity longs for respect, be it my words, ideas, or what I can make with my hands. Could you be patient enough to give me the room I need to express my sensuality in my own way, whether it be seductive, skittish, and playful? Would you try to contain it?

I need someone to simply love me. Love the woman I am inside. I need a man who touches me on the outside as well as the my soul that longs to be seen.

I’m afraid this is all too much to ask for.