“Thank you for being my water bottle” I said to him.
He snickered. He has a constant flow of my craziness and meets it with joy and curiosity.
“I have never had a water bottle before” I said lovingly.
“Ok” he said back, waiting for more.
“You see. I have always had to be my own water bottle. Divine masculine energy is structure and stability. Divine feminine is flow, like water. You create the structure for me to flow around in, finding all of the parts of me that want to move and gently flow.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
“I love the way that you water bottle me. No one else would allow me to flow all over them while they hold me”.
“I love you” he said back.
“You allow me to find parts of me that I hadn’t been able to explore before you loved me. I am so grateful for you and how you hold structure for me.” I said softly as I rolled all over the mattress with arms and legs flailing all over his body with every ounce of my body wiggling.
He grabbed me, pulled me close to him, stopped my flailing and kissed me passionately. Then, let me go and allowed me to roll around and all over him.
May your water bottle be the perfect fit for your flow.
