Pick Me While I Am Ripe!

Pick me while I am ripe!
Suck all the juices from my flesh.
Let not a drop of me go to waist.

I want to fill you full of all I have,
all I can give and all you desire.
Sweet nectar pours from me,
each moment that I allow.

Sticky, sweet and refreshing.
This is how I want you to remember me.
Organic, raw and pure.
Yet satisfying and delicate.
A taste that make you crave more.
A taste of something rare.

Yes this is how I want you to enjoy me.
Pick me while I am ripe.
And let not a drop fall from this life,
without fully being consumed, devoured and enjoyed.
My life is worth nothing,
if not for the tasting.

Let your lips and mouth remember,
my flesh beneath them once more.
No moment can ever last forever,
no taste can be the same twice.
But this I promise you my love,
this taste will delight.

As long as you choose wisely,
let my juices flow from me,
without containment,
or control.
Enjoy the sweetness they offer,
enjoy this moment.

Our lives are nothing,
they are worth not even a breath,
if we do not bask in the freshness,
the flavors that wash through.
Delightful,
sweet and juicy.
Is the only way to live.

Yet so many may dislike our fruit we bare.
Call it evil,
dirty and sinful.
How can anyone enjoy such rapture?
How can anyone delight in this flavor?
It reeks,
it is so putrid.
How can one swallow this?
It has contaminated our SOUL.

But this contamination,
this discomfort that you feel,
it comes not from the fruit or the juices,
in was here on your lips my dear.
This flavor that makes you ill,
was only brought to your taste,
by the sweetness that this life can offer,
but your fear will steal away.

Pick me when I am ripe,
let not any juice escape.
This life was for the rapture.
The pure delight of such.
When one who stands in their juiciness,
comes forth and speaks the truth,
the SOUL is contaminated.
Not of evil or sin,
but of its very TRUTH,
the truth that it is RIPE and waiting,
waiting to be enjoyed.
Consumed as a lover would wish,
enjoyed as the sweetness the angels bare true.

But you may fear this juice,
this truth and your SOUL.
Hide from it yet one more moment,
until it feel rotten,
lost and unworthy.
But never understand,
that this cannot be.
Your SOUL,
your essence,
it is still connected to the vine,
the vine that has been blessed.
And all you need to ever do,
is taste it here,
taste its juice,
its love,
in delight.

And yes my dear,
it is uncomfortable to know your truth this day,
to stand here in the garden,
and look the other way.

But know that you are juicy.
You are sweet and ripe.
Your fruit is for the taking,
and life will bare it.
Your choices,
your thoughts and feelings,
are what keeps your vine alive,
but so many are uprooted,
so many are frightened and hungry.
Thirsty for a purpose.
Lost in this garden.

Wake up beautiful,
wake up and feel your ripeness.
Let yourself leak your juices into your lovers mouth,
let your flesh be seen,
and tasted.
Your lover,
this life,
awaits you.

So water the roots,
water the vines,
water the fruit.
Open yourself to faith.
And let yourself be consumed.

And remember,
Stop Existing & Start Living
“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”

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You Make Me Want To Look Pretty

You make me want to look pretty.
You make me want to dress up and be my best in your presence.
You make me want to smile.
You make me want to be light in my heart.
Open.
and connected.
You make me want to be beautiful.
Because that is what I am.
I am all of this at my core love.
And I know that you can see it.
I know that you feel me at my deepest,
and that you hunger for me to give you more of myself.
You light me up.
You make me feel joyous.
You turn me on at a spiritual level.
You ignite my soul.
Your energy,
your support,
your words of encouragement,
the way you smile and say nothing at all.
You tell me that I am beautiful.
You make me want to reveal my all to you.
I want to spread my wings,
and let you in.
I want to be captured by the light that your eye’s reflect back to me.
I want all of this.
Because I am all of this.
And you see me.
You call me out in my dark hours.
You resist my attempts to hide my beauty.
You dig in my caves and you ask for more treasure.
And you know that it is treasure.
The treasure of my soul.
The treasure of my truth.
And you see me.
You are not blinded by the tales of others.
You are not hindered by the notions of the world around us.
No, you choose.
And you consistently choose,
to see me.
And for this my love,
You make me want to look pretty.
You make me want to dress up and be my best in your presence.
You make me want to smile.
You make me want to be light in my heart.
Open.
and connected.
You make me want to be beautiful.
I want to show you who I am.
I want you to feel me.
I want you to crave me.
To taste more of me.
I want to open,
open wide in love to you.
Because it is with your onlooking,
that I can see myself.
It is through your eye’s that I take down my masks.
The veils of my fear fall to the ground,
they are not needed,
in your embrace.
Yes, my love.
You have that way about you.
You have the presence.
The love.
The attention.
That my soul desires.
I want to suck you up and never let you go,
and I want you to do the same of me.
Absorb me love.
Hold me love.
And savor.
Because this is me.
This is my beauty.
This is my soul.
And it is naked before you.
asking for your presence.
Basking in your sight.
Becoming juicy at your touch.
Yes this my love is me.
And because you see me,
I am standing stronger.
Because the way that you look at me,
I know that you know me.
I know that you feel me.
I know that we are the same.
And so as I stand here,
eye to eye,
you look back from the mirror,
and you say,
” I love you. You are beautiful.”
And yes my love you are correct.
For this is me.
And this is you.
And we are one.
As Always,
Stop Existing & Start Living
“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”