22 Burlington

I have dreamt you into being,
whispered beneath the surface of intention—
the one who knows how surrender feels,
not as loss, but as liberation.

You, whose heart beats steady in the stillness
yet leaps when met with fire—
the match to this flame I’ve cradled,
awaiting hands unafraid to feel the heat.

You seek more than fleeting pleasure;
you crave purpose threaded through touch,
depth etched into every glance,
and devotion sculpted into the air we share.

Yours is the soul that knows the power of trust,
the beauty in relinquishing control,
where vulnerability is not weakness
but the finest, truest offering.

Come as you are—no masks, no armor.
Here, every edge of you will be honored,
every need unraveled and tended,
until you feel seen, deeply, completely.

And when you step into this space—
our sanctuary carved in the silence of longing—
you will know this was always waiting for you:
a place to unfold, to kneel, to rise.

In the balance of discipline and care,
in the alchemy of obedience and growth,
we will write a story only we can tell—
a bond as rare as it is unbreakable.

So step forward, dreamer of trust.
Let your spirit meet mine in the dark and the light.
You have been sought, seen, summoned—
I am ready for you.