On my knees.
On my knees.
On my knees.
That’s where I feel called to lately.
That’s where I feel alive lately.
It’s where I feel connected.
Connected to you.
Connected to my soul.
Connected to everything part of me and everything not.
Looking up at you.
Open. Willing.
Biting my lip in anticipation.
Feeling a sense of patience and urgency all at once.
Like I can wait in this spot forever while simultaneously feeling the need and desire start to build and build and build like a wave that never crashes.
On my knees.
On my knees.
On my knees.
It’s where I want to be.
It’s where I need to be.
It’s where I feel it all.
My hair in my face. My heart beating through my chest. My breath loud and full.
Running my hands down my thighs feeling the heat on my fingertips
The pain of dragging my nails up them to remind myself I’m here.
In this moment.
On my knees.
On my knees.
On my knees.
It’s physical. It’s sensual. It’s spiritual. It’s emotional.
It’s prayer.
It’s vulnerability.
Rage. Love. Truth. Power. Sex.
I can feel it all right here.
The grass at my knees.
The hardwood pushing back.
The water dripping down my body.
Right here.
On my knees.
Laughing. Crying. Holding nothing back.
Nothing else exists.
Waiting. Ready.
To surrender.
To you.
To God.
To the universe.
Or maybe myself.
On my knees.
On my knees.
On my knees.
Powerful imagery!
On my knees…
Submission and grounding