"In Pursuit of My Wholeness"

I yearn for the feminine…

Someone with the heart to care for me and truly care about me.

Someone with whom I can share my tenderness.

Someone I can kiss, cuddle, and feel at home with.

Someone who gets my banter—so I never have to walk on eggshells.

I want someone who feels rested as we travel through the tides of life.

Someone who sinks into my chest as we lie entangled in a sea of lush green grass,

glistening with morning dew.

I need someone open enough to receive me—mind, body, and soul.

I need someone I can affect and penetrate, whole.

Someone curious about life and existence,

Someone who loves to explore the realities of the universe and the mysteries beyond.

I need someone with whom I can have deep, endless conversations—

About everything beneath the sun and stars,

The depths of the oceans,

And the infinite vastness of space.

I need someone I can rely on when I feel lost.

I need someone who is present when we are together.

I need someone who makes me feel less alone in this world.

I need someone who, knowingly or unknowingly, pushes me to become what I must be—

Especially when the weight of my burdens makes me forget who I am.

I seek someone who is not in denial of her feminine, nor rejecting of my masculine.

Someone who accepts the fullness of my personhood.

I need someone who admires her own light and does not fear the dark…

Someone who respects life and the life force that flows within us both.

I need a woman—not to complete me,

But to complete the arc of my existence.

- Paradox

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