I Want My Woman
I want my woman to believe that I deserve her. I want my woman to feel that I do appreciate her so much. I want my woman to live like she appreciates me. I want my woman to breathe the love we share. I want my woman to know that the love we share is her safe haven. I want her to believe so strongly in our love that she is free beyond any limit that would prevent her from experiencing our love boundlessly. My woman resides in our love, displays our love, teaches and preaches our love, is constantly attentive to our love. I want my woman to know that my desire for her is preceded by No Other. I want my woman to privilege me with the sole occupation of summing up her happiness. I want my woman to not only be capable but to be honored to be cherished. I want my woman to not only be susceptible to, but, be readily available to be treasured. I want my woman to be conscious of her of worth, knowing just a moment of hers is priceless. I want my woman to be confident in the power of her strength, focused on her gorgeous balance. I want my woman to be successful in every breath and every step. Her experiences never produce shortcomings only varied lessons. I want my woman to be the blessing that she is in God’s eyes. I want my woman to present in appearance the immaculate sculpture she has molded herself from her plethora of experiences. I want my woman to be her greatest accessory no matter how one-of-a-kind her clothes and jewelry are. Her attention to her health and well-being are signature in the way she carries herself, the way she feels and the way she looks. I want my woman to be so connected to the God within herself that it permeates from her constantly. I want my woman not to need the title of goddess, knowing every piece, every portion, every atom, every molecule of you, is what God is. You are what God is. I want my woman.
Noble files***Realla Journals