Wrapped in Love

Dearly beloved, the language of trust is love. You do for your partner because you love your partner. You secure the wrists with trust and you lay the leather with care and create passionate welts to remind both of the happiness and sauciness that exist between the two of you

A man has the duty of setting the parameters of what he will accept and it is the duty of the lady to set the parameters of what she will accept. The play, the naughty, the kink lives in testing the limits and keeping the boundaries. Both parties being careful not to break the boundaries… which would be a violation of the very trust that erected these boundaries.

Dipping into sin with lustful want and hopeful desire can best happen when the trust is wrapped in love… allowing for the thrust to bring about echoes of bliss filling the chambers of the love nest.

When a man holds his lady in his arm, he’s giving her the fortress that allows her heart to reach out and sooth the raging beast inside his chest. When a woman opens her arms to her man, she’s prepared to fuel him with healing and power to allow him to be an effective king.

It’s the principle of the ying to the yang of the back and forth of the ins and outs of love. Without love, the ebb will not flow. But with love it will glow.

Dearly beloved, most will only move so far as to embrace love and hope for the best. Not you. Not this crew. Wading into the shallows for a much deeper experience, bathed in nuances of authenticity in nudity focused on transparency… the latency covered by potency… is only available to the few who dare ask for more.

More honesty.

More transparency.

More vulnerability.

More responsibility.

More competency.

More synergy.

More creativity.

More experience with more proficiency.

This requires more maturity, more insightful-ness, more attentiveness, more diplomacy, more strength, more meekness, more patience, more tolerance, more enforcements, more transcendence, more enlightenment, more appetite, and more training of emotional intelligence.

Dearly beloved, this is more than matrimony. This is more than harmony. This is divinity made manifest in the inner recesses of private exhilarations of devoted souls feeding and needing one another.

This life is about giving without expectancy… understanding one will be getting with accountability. He’s responsible for her. She’s responsible for him. And when things fail… they carry each other until they fix it together. This is not your average vanilla bond. This is beyond the chocolate of vice. This is the very basis of trust fulfilled in love for the building of iron clad glorious bonding.

If you can’t handle that level of heat, please, do not ask anyone to join you this deeply into the explicit and implicit pouring out of souls into the mixing bowl that will whip you… transform you… test you… and purge you of all manner of sins.

In the crucible will be fire. And out of singular ashes will arise the unified Phoenix of a new love. One that will frighten most because they don’t understand such power, such glory, such purity.

Let them kick rocks into concrete if that’s their desire… but ours is to build an empire made of precious metals and rare minerals adorned by rare gems. That is what trust does when wrapped in love.

It is not reactive. It is not ephemeral. It is consistent logical deep profound proactive unification of mind body and soul. Only in that solid framework can the emotional bloom as reactionary as it wants without damaging the very institutional trust that binds it free.

On This Bonded Connection

There is a fee of admission. There is a requirement in the very stipulation of the union. One has to communicate what is known… meaning… each player has to know themselves fully so that they can communicate fully and co-create beautifully. Sure, there is healing, but it helps to come in already whole and uncover what needs to be solidified to make the relationship even better. But, should you come in broken, the sanctuary is strong enough to afford you the healing room to let you grow and groom yourself suitable for the bloom that is expected.

Dearly Beloved, if all marriage vows were this sacred, how blissful the societal infrastructure would be. Alas, most will never understand the joys and freedoms of being so thoroughly bound. It is up to us to shine the light on the truth that is so freeing.

Dearly beloved, as these two are more intimately joined, don’t be afraid of the sound of skin being struck… with tender loving blows. Don’t be alarmed by hearing names called in frantic heat. Don’t worry about the identifier that let everyone know who belongs to who. Look at the joy in the eyes and let your journey start to uncover what your soul so richly desires. To be set free in the safety of the arms of your lover.

The spiritual purity is a function of the mental clarity that comes from a soul rid of physical classifications. This is not for everyone, after all, it is hidden in the depth of the shallows in the deep… just outside of reach… for it’s power will devour all who aren’t ready… or are already sour… by the fire that burns and fuels.

Dearly beloved, the power of this bond is yours if, you and your beloved dearly want to own it. Cherish it. Cultivate it. Build it. Indulge in it. Strengthen it. Master it. Service it. And make it your own.

This is your life, dearly beloved, make your relationship so loved it serves you dearly. Clearly… dearly beloved… only the two of you can unleash the power within.

inspired by wedding vows once heard by two lovers… shortly after seeing a television show featuring a jilted lover writing about his deliverance on the day he wedded his dearly beloved no copyrighted material used of course 

the blog post that accompanies this poetry infused writing is linked here (More Than Just Vows)… for your reading pleasure

 

 

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