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7-15-09

I call this piece…

mine

I have a love his name is Jayson ~ healer.

To me he is perfect in his imperfection.

A beautiful balance of strength and gentleness.

He has the power of a warrior in the way that he talks to me.

He has a body with curves and muscles that make my insides scream let me squeeze you.

I find him to be my hero.

He is so very patient with me – never demanding, never raising his voice, never tapping his foot in a hurry up gesture.

He lets me simply and always be me.

While not forgetting to challenge me, share his real feelings and be present with me.

I still get the butterflies when I stop and let his blue eyes into my soul.

You’d think we would get sick of each other since we literally spend 24 hours of every day together with a few brief separations.

We truly are two peas in a pod.

I like that while we spend hours on end together, we don’t isolate ourselves from others.

I am so very proud of the people we get to call our friends. The most beautiful, evolved, heart centered people. And OHHHH do I love them.

I am so grateful for the community Jayson and I are building – he’s so good like that, he’s SO damn good like that.

He doesn’t miss a thing – anything that is important to me is important to him and not in some lame ass I’ll do this just to make you happy but I really don’t give a rats ass about this – he really takes the time to research, explore and try out new things.

He is my renaissance man.

He is my little girl dream of what I wanted in a man.

He is a man – but able to tap into his feminine nicely without turning into a weak pussy.

He is a man – and able to tap into his rooted masculine without being an arrogant egotistical better than you ass hole.

I could say what did I do to deserve such a partner – but I know better than this – I created this man – I brought him into manifestation with my years of intention and my own personal growth so I was woman enough for him when we met.

His ability to be firm and honest with his parents inspires me – I want that unapologetic tough love with my folks.

The way he leads his friends – takes action and fucking stands on his own two feet brings me so much admiration for him.

He was like me – no mommy or daddy or others to help him, encourage him or support him along the way – no just himself – only himself – to kick his own ass into massive growth and self-development and never never going back to old way where he came from.

He doesn’t take my love for granted, no he appreciates me each and every day in so many many different ways.

I don’t need him to buy me big things to feel special (although he aspires to bring big boy toys into our life so we may share them with our tribe in the future) – he’s always thinking of ways to give.

All he has to do is give me a warm heart to heart embrace and I undoubtedly know that I am loved, deeply loved.

Not the lustful cliché “love” that people throw around like dirty socks.

No love that is deep for HE is deep.

That’s where lasting love comes from, from loving and understanding yourself deeply FIRST.

He never whimps out when I bring up my real feelings – he takes it and then he DOES something about it.

My man is a man of action.

He loves that I am crazy (because secretly the crazy Jayson within him wants to come the fuck back out)

He loves my hair, my butt, the freckles on my nose after a day in the sun, and my smile.

He loves my spirit, my feistiness, my creativity and my truth.

He is the man for the job – he rose to the occasion of loving a real spiritual woman that cannot be contained by traditional female roles.

My Jayson knows he gets to keep me by letting me BE free in all areas.

He does not cower to any other male – no mans eyes or gestures will ever threaten his connection with me.

He protects me without smothering me.

He lets me be wild while bringing his decisive suggestions to the table.

He is the kind of man every woman is looking for – maybe a slightly different expression of such a man.

What he does for me is let me finally be a woman.

Every girl out there is dying to be a girl again and to not have to wear there man pants any longer.

Don’t get me wrong just because I an emotional woman that likes to cook, clean, dance around topless, support him, cry sometimes and possibly bring little angels into the world someday – doesn’t mean that he restricts me from my fierce business side, my intense need for anything with a fast engine, or my ability to win an all dude but miss KD poker tournament.

He believes as I do that part of the worlds evolution is an ability to embrace both our home gender qualities along with our adopted gender qualities.

others know what I’ve got too

I see the way women look at him with longing eyes to get inside his arms.

I see the way men look at him with looks of wonder when I grab his butt at the grocery store.

I see the way women look at me with envy on how did that loudmouthed skinny bitch get him.

The giggle is all mine – for they don’t know what I know.

I know what a real man like my Jayson wants

and sorry to bust this bubble but it aint sex like most of you may think (although we are starting to kick some serious ass on becoming multi-orgasmic)

No it’s a woman that is happy, smiles, says thank you, and appreciates the work her man does to give her the life she has.

My Jayson is mine even though I am open to sharing his love with other super evolved folks like us. (this we have not dived into yet but may someday)

my Jayson… mine.