I was having a hard time putting my emotions into words, so I broke this down into a spectrum of duality, male and female, masculine and feminine, water and fire. I see these energies blending in a coruscating reaction, forging the mettle of our soul.

The feminine breasts are an extension of a woman's heart. Of her ability to love someone unconditionally, to bring forth life, to shape, to nurture it. To hold someone and make them believe everything is all right, to heal, to restore. They're beautiful, soft, and yielding - They are the ultimate form of femininity, how something so soft and gentle can have such a dramatic impact? How a single word from the mother of a king can silence him where an army would fail to, how the Grand Canyon began from a stream.

To me, they represent a light in the darkness, the chest of the woman who holds space for my heart and contains joy, happiness, safety, and the idea that every day, things get better, and together there's nothing we can't achieve. They're so extraordinarily beautiful, a woman who understands this facet of herself is as scintillating as a star to my eyes. Age becomes irrelevant, where a woman in her 50s who radiates love, who nurtures the world around her, radiates more beauty than whomever Hollywood places on the cover of a magazine, the same way a bonfire dwarf's the light of a lamp.

I see this as a dance of fire and ice. 2 extraordinary phenomena, beautiful separately, combining to make something extraordinary, something that nourishes life.

I've written this in a poetic sense because I want someone who feels the same way, someone who can feel this energy and the intensity of their own heart, someone who wants to use this to uplift the world around them. My early life was one of great pain, I used that to spend the next 8 years learning a skill set not only to restore myself but also the world around me. The one thing that I always found missing at night, when I lay awake, gazing into the night sky, was this connection. To suckle at the breasts of a woman with a truly open heart. Someone with whom no words are needed, communication going beyond that, deeper. Spoken in thoughts, gestures, touch, the light in the eyes.

I've pondered this, and the conclusion I came to was that this missing link is something I cannot create on my own. It is the peak expression of femininity, a representation of unconditional love. It is the spark that has nourished humanity for millennia, and I seek to share my soul, my thoughts, my feelings, and my knowledge, with someone whose chest aches to provide that.

If you feel this in your soul. DM me.

Thank you.

For Clarity, that is Kent, as in Kent, England.