Cosmic Byron

Practical Tool to Discovering the Authentic Self & Exploring Self Love amazon.com/dp/B092HSRMBZ

But are you willing to love her in the language she needs or are you stuck in your domineering ways, forcing your language onto her?

She said.. It’s the divine feminine urge to stop using my high sex drive as a catalyst for safety, conflict resolution & an attempt to never be abandoned again.

What was it about that man who awakened that feral, insatiable side of your feminine sexuality?

What’s something a man can do that awakens your sexual appetite without physically touching you?

What’s “Lust” like for a woman?

Stimulate her mind, make her feel deeply safe in her softness, and watch what happens when her soul feels just as desired as her body.

Words of affirmation your woman right up out of her panties. Speak to the parts of her soul that physical touch could never penetrate.

A lil more eye contact, less words, but make it feel like a conversation

Her sexual appetite is insatiable, she don’t care what mood she’s in, s€x is always on the menu.

She’s a little Kali, a whole lotta feral and a goddamn handful, but beneath all that flame is a woman who simply craves a man she can surrender to, one where she can turn off her mind and activate that p*ssy.

Sundays are slow, sensual & relaxing, all she needs is a spicy book & your face between her thighs while she struggles to reads it.

The right woman doesn’t make a man feel smaller to feel powerful. She inspires him to discover the parts of himself that have remained dormant.

She’s sensual enough to stimulate his imagination, mysterious enough to intrigue his mind, and discerning enough to make him understand that access to her is a mfk’n privilege.

I love her love & light, but fck it’s something about a woman who’s sat with her demons, harnessed her desires, pleasures & become too feral to be controlled.

She isn’t the one to be tamed; she’s a force, fully unleashed & ethereal. Unapologetically feral, spreading her wings, shaking her ass, swaying her hips & popping that p*ssy of hers. She knows her power & effortlessly expresses it, fully embracing her entire reincarnation.

Look at her, she tastes exactly how she looks—ethereal asf. F*ck the tokens out her & in return, she'll make your wishes c*m true, not because she serves you, but because she is the freakquency of creation itself.

Men who crave depth crave women who are soft enough to explore, wild enough to surrender & feral enough to awaken something in them they can’t even intellectualize.

She talk all that shit, but can’t take back shots, taps out and whimpers under that pressure.

When her masculinity reveals itself in disproportionate ways, it is not a sign of strength, but instead a defense—a reaction to a world that demanded she protect herself. Unsafe, vulnerable & exposed.

When her masculinity reveals itself in disproportionate ways, it is not a sign of strength, but of defense—a reaction to a world that demanded she protect herself.