She has the most incredibly perfect cycle, you could almost set your watch by it, that part of her works so incredibly efficiently, it’s not a surprize to me that my angel would be so perfect. It is that place where miracles happen, life is created, the center of her as a woman. Countless periods come and go and it has always been important to us for obvious reasons. The “rhythm method” is how we roll, although we’ve had some fun with condoms too (sorry).

There was a place when we stayed on an extraordinarily personal journey but also had the most amazingly uninhibited sex, a dichotomy.. It was a night of one knee and rings and promises and belts and tying and taking and and and. It was a very sensitive part of her cycle and that was part of it, I’m not great at control but I did my best and she warned me, I wanted nothing more than to complete my pledge to her with the ultimate pledge, the ultimate union, but I was well behaved, reckless – yes, want to have her bear our child – yes, irresponsible – no. I love her and want nothing more for her but I can’t bear to be apart from her on a normal day, let alone nine months of pregnancy!

Another place it was a close call, we laughed about my terrible dismount, but I did, just… I’m no porn star or well controlled guy, I’m just lost to the passion of the moment, to her beautiful eyes, our love and sometimes, stuff like that is lost, timing was close for sure.

I remember that time with love but also confusion at the time, we had shared a personal call with relatives and I felt so close to her, letting me in and sharing her life with me and then we flirted. Her on the sofa in the suite, me on my knees in front of her. I touched her and she flinched, pushed me away. I was lost and confused, took an age to understand and I’m not sure she really knows my side to this day.

Her center, her core, her feminine nucleus, the place that makes her a woman, so complex and intricate and elaborate and confusing and complicated, enigmatic even, I often want to kiss her there, to worship her there, to embrace her womanhood. To wrap my arms around her and touch her anywhere, but the center of her is special, sacred, to be worshipped. I know now that it is synonymous with weight and size (which she has nothing to be concerned about fyi!) and that is why the reaction but that has never, EVER, crossed my mind. Her center, her stomach is sacred and special to me, as much as her lips (all of them), her eyes, her neck, her ass, her sex. I’d fall at my knees and kiss every inch (very few) of her body if she’d let me and hope that she understands that I worship her, her mind, her heart, her body, her womanhood.

Obviously, as a perfect goddess, she isn’t affected by any hormone changes during her cycle but nonetheless, I do my best to treat her as she deserves, with love and admiration and special worship during this time. She is my goddess, my angel, my incredible woman and now and again, a chocolate or fried potato goes a long way. I wish I were there to give her everything she needs, whether it is extra breakfast or running for tampons or maybe something to ease the cramps ? , Amazon has let me down on the former, time zones and distance on the latter. Breaks my heart to not be holding her, my deity, my woman, my angel.

My Goddess, I fall at my knees in front of you, metaphorically, mentally, intellectually, physically, feel my love and feel my worship, even taste my potatoes, I wish I were there or you were here, we were anywhere. Run to me.

Lord, be kind to her and ease her cramps in my absence, dull her pain and make her feel my love. Faith is love right? Well I have enough love for her to fill the world, it is all yours, give it to her

Universe, thank you for keeping us together and not letting catastrophic things happen, kind of your turn now. I’m waiting.