Rivers are floating within me.
Juices of self-love and low self-esteem.
I Fear of being love and open my heart.
My body is craving for love, for a cuddle or crazy night full of mad love.
I Fear of making love with my body.
I feel untouched like it's a law I'm braking.
So many examples are running through my mind.
I wish to be in touch with the perfect amount of real desire and respect.
I wish to be healed, to be powerful as I know I'm capable I can.
I wish for consent and desires to play with and create a beautiful relationship, a safe zone.
To push my limits, to exchange juices of love with the right soul.
I'm dealing with my demons and my monsters - trying to make us all friends and be united guided by one voice that listens to every breath and every thought.
I'm in this fantastic progress, which I finally, after so long, I trust.