Tree knit He 🌳

The man is the gardener, the guard den of her. He is not the big farm-her that harms her, using her to harvest from, instead of to cultivate to admire and learn from. Ploughing her like a hoe with his hoe, as he reaps from her flesh, acquiring nothing but internal poverty. Dust and husks. Never to have his spiritual hunger satisfied by tasting the suck-you-lento ripeness of a fully matured woman, his prime mate in her prime. He impregnates her with seed, then creates the containment for her to grow. The quality of the fruit she bares is a…

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Author: Asher Elle

I speak love because I speak truth and have sought long and hard to discover it through the shedding of untruths. So sad that few want to hear it and can not resonate with the love that is the base element in the hardness of truth. The core of love is not soft and fluffy. It is raw and sharp. People can not love because they can not speak in truth. They fear both because both are fierce. Every lie that is nurtured consciously or un, walls us from the real reason we are here. To find and become love through truth…..💋 View all posts by Asher Elle