A letter to desire

Desire is a mirror. My desires tell me what my soul craves.

Knowledge of self can only be known through confidence.

I mean true confidence behind the smoke and mirrors.

Desire is a mirror, a reflection of sacred intelligence, feeding you visions of what you will be, have, or do.

Desire is the feminine within us that plants the seeds that transform through masculine-aligned action. Desire is the material of life.

This prose is my love letter to desire. May I express my reverence for you?

The desire to sing your name is an aphrodisiac melody.

You’re in my purest and most unruly thoughts.

My darling, I write about you as suckling lips on my neck.

Rose petals pressed softly against my skin.

I write about you as the golden light guiding me within.