About
Born with a romantic soul and a poet’s fire
Married. Seasoned.
Drawn to what’s raw, rare, and real.
Lit by the sacred ache beneath closeness.
I don’t chase the body—I wait for the soul.
She doesn’t yield to desire.
She yields to recognition.
To the kind of presence that listens before it touches.
To the quiet knowing that she’s finally safe enough to open.
Trust is the current. Silence is the language.
Stillness is where we begin.
I meet her
where the noise ends—
where masks fall
where breath slows
where truth hums beneath the skin.
What we create isn’t written
It’s remembered
Lived through pulse, pause, and reverence
I don’t rush. I don’t perform.
I listen. I read. I respond.
My words are hands. My silence, invitation.
Together, we shape what can’t be said—only felt.
Something older than both of us.
Unfolding again,
in breath,
in stillness,
in the quiet thunder of being seen.
I write not to impress. I write to uncover.
If that’s what you’re here for—welcome.
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