The kind of man every woman deserves.
There is nothing sexier than a man.
A man who knows how to traverse the juicy pathways of his own heart. A man who can stand to be called out on his shit. A man who, when you boldly ask him to be there, says yes—hell yes, shows up beautifully, with every ounce of his beating heart.
There is nothing more beautiful than a man.
A man who talks openly and passionately about what’s on his mind rather than pulling far away and glossing it over with a bullishit generic response of “I’m fine.”
There is nothing more breathtaking in the world than a man
A man who knows the salty taste of tears. A man who lets you see him on his worst days.
Stripped, sad, and raw—
Vulnerability hanging out of his split-open heart like ripped ribbons.
There is nothing more delicious than a man.
A man who knows how to take care of a woman. A man who knows how to touch her softly and fiercely at the same time how to fuck her wildly while gazing gently into the sapphire depths of her soul. How to set her free while claiming her and make her feel like a cherished jewel of divinity. Like the Goddess she is.
There is absolutely nothing more astounding than a man.
A man who kisses like he could die five minutes from now. A man who understands the gem preciousness of this breath, this inhale…and exhale… A man who wants nothing more than to face the world together as you both smile.
Breathe.
Set the air around you on delicate fire.
Transcend bullsit and ascend towards nectar galaxies far too beautiful to comprehend.
There is nothing more maddeningly magnificent than a man.
A man who pulls you close and declares his affection for you and shouts it from the rooftops like music and weaves his fingers through yours with ripe enthusiasm. And isn’t scared to call you too soon. And call you out on your shit. And call you, the love of his life.
There is nothing more goddamn gorgeous than a man.
A man who is fiercely himself. A man who holds the strongest heart space in his warm, sultry embrace for you to bloom, blossom, flourish and soar.
As he does the same.
At the end of every dissolving sands, apricot sunset-soaked day—there is nothing sexier than a man
A man who knows how to love himself. A man who values the truth running through his veins like sacred ink. A man brave enough to be there for you—and himself—when shit is beautiful and when it’s completely falling apart.
This is the kind of man you deserve. A man who isn’t afraid of emotion. A man who shows up one hundred percent. A man who is ready—who craves—every drop, drip and ounce of an authentic, earthy Goddess of a wonderful woman like you.
Let him kiss you with his entire being until you remember who you really are.
Don’t settle down with him—settle up. Into a more luscious, technicolor life. A life so beautiful it hurts sometimes. A life so fulfilling you’ll never be thirsty again. A life so freeing and spun of soul it makes you dizzy.
Anything less than this heartfelt, present, purely sacred beauty is a goddamn tragedy.
Don’t settle down—settle up.
Because when the divine masculine meets the divine feminine, magic happens.
The sweetest magic of all.
Are you ready for it?
Yep
