When I first read it I could dig reverence for the feminine energy. My feelings were, it's about time! But reverence for the masculine energy? Respect we can do because men have the power - we're used to respecting powerful men. Reverence is another thing entirely. When I first put my feelings into it, I got back the opposite - disdain. "All they really want is to get laid, get fed, and get their ego stroked." Yep... I really went there. Sorry guys.
So then came my retraining in reverence for the masculine energy lingeries. I started looking at the men I know with an eye for their magnificence. Look at how skilled this one is, look at how noble this one is, look at how this one really has your back - he would actually lay down his life, look at how this one suffers from the words of his nasty girlfriend, look at the amazing mind of this one and the creative genius of this one, look at the stranger who just held the door for me, look at the gas station attendant who beams when I walk in, look at the bum in the street - how he struggles to maintain his dignity, look at how this one has spent his entire life and taken hit after hit after hit just to help people liberate themselves.
Men are friggin gorgeous!! They're the light of my life - they're the light of my mind. I am in awe of them. And then I went to the difficult place... all he wants is to get laid, get fed, and get his ego stroked. What's wrong with that? It's his nature! He needs to feel my softness, my receptivity, my response, my healing, my comfort... he needs my whisper in his ear... I see you, I feel you, I love the way you love me.
Their week was hectic, Jason was an attorney and his law office had a high profile case going and he was spending long hours preparing the defense. Sydney had her own Photography Studio, plus she free-lanced. She always had her hands full with some project; it was her passion to see her photos come to life. This week had been no exception. After putting in a twelve hour day she decided to pack it in and go home.
Arriving home she was sadden to see that Jason hadn't made it yet. Sydney decided to take a shower, relax and wait for him to get home. While in the shower she was doing a self-breast exam and as she was half way around her left breast she felt a lump, no that can't be right she was saying to herself as she began examining the breast one more time and just as the first time there it was a lump about the size of a half dollar. Somehow she got out of the shower and got dressed. Jason came home a couple of hours later to find her sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into space. He walked over to her and said, "Sydney" but she didn't respond, so he said her name a couple of more times when she still didn't respond he finally reached over and touched her, she looked up at him and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. Jason grabbed her and said, "Honey, what's wrong, what is it?" Sydney couldn't talk at first she just curled up into Jason's lap. When she finally pulled herself together she looked up at him and said, "I am damaged goods." Jason had no idea what she was talking about; his mind was racing through about a hundred different scenarios. He finally asked her what she was talking about and she said I found a lump in my breast. Jason breathed a sigh of relief; thankful that it wasn't one of the hundred other things he had been thinking because in his line of work he knew how horrific things could be. He just pulled Sydney closer to him and said, "Whatever it turns out to be we will do this together." Jason picked her up and laid her on the bed, crawled in beside her and pulled her into his arms. That is the way they woke up the next morning.MORE;cheap sexy lingerie
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