Someone To Watch Over Me

And Holds True for A Good Woman Too!

Just came across this. This is how I want to be treated. Then it occurred to me -- treat the woman in my life this way. As you read this substitute the feminine pronouns for the masculine ones and "woman" for "man"!


How to treat a good man

He should be treasured. He should be held in the highest esteem and respect.

Give him attention. Listen to him when he speaks. Listen just as closely when he is silent.

Ask him what he needs from you. What you can do for him.

Give him your time, your presence, your courtesy.

If he has never given any reason for you to doubt him, then don’t LOOK for things to doubt.

Be his pleasure. Don’t try to cause him pain.

Don’t test him, to see if he is “just like all the others”. Had an ex that hurt you? Yeah, we all have. He probably has too. Don’t treat him like its the fault of all men.

Treat him like a king.

Put effort into him.

Show him you’re worthy of how he treats you.

Give him a damned break.

Be at his side.

Give him reason to smile. To laugh. To feel good.

Take care of him.

If he’s a good man, and you want to be with him, be a good woman.
 
Just came across this. This is how I want to be treated. Then it occurred to me -- treat the woman in my life this way. As you read this substitute the feminine pronouns for the masculine ones and "woman" for "man"!

yes indeed, the corrollary holds as true as the original and it would go like this:

How to treat a good woman:

She should be treasured. She should be held in the highest esteem and respect.

Give her attention. Listen to her when she speaks. Listen just as closely when she is silent.

Ask her what she needs from you. What you can do for her.

Give her your time, your presence, your courtesy.

If she has never given any reason for you to doubt her, then don’t LOOK for things to doubt.

Be her pleasure. Don’t try to cause her pain.

Don’t test her, to see if she is “just like all the others”. Had an ex that hurt you? Yeah, we all have. She probably has too. Don’t treat her like it's the fault of all women.

Treat her like a queen.

Put effort into her.

Show her you’re worthy of how she treats you.

Give her a damned break.

Be at her side.

Give her reason to smile. To laugh. To feel good.

Take care of her.

If she’s a good woman, and you want to be with her, be a good man.

:rose:
 
yes indeed, the corrollary holds as true as the original and it would go like this:

How to treat a good woman:

She should be treasured. She should be held in the highest esteem and respect.

Give her attention. Listen to her when she speaks. Listen just as closely when she is silent.

Ask her what she needs from you. What you can do for her.

Give her your time, your presence, your courtesy.

If she has never given any reason for you to doubt her, then don’t LOOK for things to doubt.

Be her pleasure. Don’t try to cause her pain.

Don’t test her, to see if she is “just like all the others”. Had an ex that hurt you? Yeah, we all have. She probably has too. Don’t treat her like it's the fault of all women.

Treat her like a queen.

Put effort into her.

Show her you’re worthy of how she treats you.

Give her a damned break.

Be at her side.

Give her reason to smile. To laugh. To feel good.

Take care of her.

If she’s a good woman, and you want to be with her, be a good man.

:rose:

:heart::heart::heart:
 
"I'm not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won't kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won't make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I'm not cold. I'm not reckless.
I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise."
 
I would have loved him
in any era, in any dark age; I would take him
into the twilight and unwind him, slide
my fingers through his hair and pull him
to his knees. As it is, this afternoon, late
in the twentieth century, I sit on a chair
in the kitchen with my keys in my lap, pressing
the black button on the answering machine
over and over, listening to his message,
his voice strung along the wires outside my window
where the birds balance themselves
and stare off into the trees, thinking
even in the farthest future, in the most
distant universe, I would have recognized
this voice, refracted, as it would be, like light
from a small, uncharted star.


— Dorianne Laux, from ‘As It Is’, What We Carry: Poems
 
love this

I would have loved him
in any era, in any dark age; I would take him
into the twilight and unwind him, slide
my fingers through his hair and pull him
to his knees. As it is, this afternoon, late
in the twentieth century, I sit on a chair
in the kitchen with my keys in my lap, pressing
the black button on the answering machine
over and over, listening to his message,
his voice strung along the wires outside my window
where the birds balance themselves
and stare off into the trees, thinking
even in the farthest future, in the most
distant universe, I would have recognized
this voice, refracted, as it would be, like light
from a small, uncharted star.


— Dorianne Laux, from ‘As It Is’, What We Carry: Poems

:heart::heart::heart:
 
Wrap me in a Hudson Bay blanket by the fire
Play that song again about how lovely I look tonight
As you stroke my long brown hair
Let me cry and cry
As long as I need
There is a rip in my heart you can't fix
No one can
Just steady me while the waves of grief wash through me
I don't know how long this will take luv
Just hold me close
The only way out is through
And the path is obscure
Don't push me to an answer
Just let me feel this pain
Silent tears and wracking sobs
Through this bitterness
A sweet resolve will come
There is a light...
But we must come through this night first
Let me stare into the fire
The ocean pounding the beach in the dark
Steady me with your love.
Until the ache subsides.
 
Thank you Daddy for playing with me and making me feel wanted and cared for, so warm and cozy to know he’s always there for me 🌹
 
This is beautiful ♡


Wrap me in a Hudson Bay blanket by the fire
Play that song again about how lovely I look tonight
As you stroke my long brown hair
Let me cry and cry
As long as I need
There is a rip in my heart you can't fix
No one can
Just steady me while the waves of grief wash through me
I don't know how long this will take luv
Just hold me close
The only way out is through
And the path is obscure
Don't push me to an answer
Just let me feel this pain
Silent tears and wracking sobs
Through this bitterness
A sweet resolve will come
There is a light...
But we must come through this night first
Let me stare into the fire
The ocean pounding the beach in the dark
Steady me with your love.
Until the ache subsides.
 
“Woman. Come here. Bring yourself. Bring your bags, too. Come here. Woman. Bring yourself. Come forgive yourself in my space. Come let yourself flow outward in my space. Woman. Come here. Bring yourself. Spill out. Be an ocean next to ocean me.”


— “Spill Out” by Joseph Cook​
 
Unfold above me,
grind… like the little dipper
in my midnight sky.
Take what you need from me…
burn in me like seven stars.

- Peregrine
 
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hot steamy bath
lavender scented
stripping off the day
half scalding my toes
at first touch
breathing steam
sighing
calves and rump submerge
creamy skin turns pink
blanketed
frothy sweet bubbles
indulge in the heat
close your eyes
sink deep within
the porcelain embrace
until the water cools
 
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