The Ritual

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She kneels at his feet, head in his lap. Just as she did yesterday and just as she will tomorrow.

The setting sun is poking through the blinds and fading sounds of nature murmur, encouraging time to slow down and to just be in the present.

He strokes her hair in silence as her incessant need for words finally disappears, in his presence, silence is enough.

Her big brown eyes look up to him, shining with adoration, with longing, with surrender. He feels her body soften, her resistance dissolve, until she is only his.

Pride swells in him, knowing her strength, her brilliance, her fire and knowing she chooses to kneel and give it all to him.

He gently wipes a single tear from her eye as her daily burdens and ***s slip away, both understanding she is right where she belongs, she is wholly his.

Energy surrounds them as harmony takes over, an unseen rope tying them together.

Her body trembles, surrender racing through her, knowing his will for her will unfold before the evening ends.

It is in this ritual, they find themselves stripped of the world, seen in their entirety, renewed in the truth of who they are together.