Heavenly father please send me a man that is capable of speaking my love language. Let him be able to touch me in ways that makes my sweet juice trickle slowly down my thighs and also allows me to feel completely safe in my vulnerability. Send me a man that ignites my passions and not only when behind closed doors, temporarily, or in secret. I need someone to understand me completely so that I'm comfortable being honest and no longer feel the need to water myself down or dim my light to appease my longing for love and affection. Father, let this man be able to communicate with me with fluidity by verbally expressing his emotions so that understanding his needs and wants isn't a chore. Let him know exactly how to bring me to orgasmic bliss as if my body was his own. I want to know what it's like to be one, together. Let him happily accept this gift of everything that I am and in return may he relinquish himself to me completely without conditions. No secrets, no lies. Please send me one man that craves my soul and my body equally because I'm so tired of splitting myself between multiple men trying to be satisfy both when none of these men have what I need!!! Lord all I ask is for you to please send me a man that is capable of speaking my love language.
LadyD
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