I must, because my Love is consuming me alive, and expression is its medicine.
I must, because my Love is consuming me alive, and expression is its medicine.
Hot is smacking up against His will for me, my own being unimaginative in comparison. Inspiration spurs me forward, or I’ll burn up in the heat of His tempt and make.
Do what you love and make no exceptions.
Lover, lay down your ink. Let your pulse speak.
He’s got my world in His hands.
He is the air on my skin, slapping me into new, surrendered depths. For Him, I dive deep.