Devoted love. The nobility and poetry of prostration, the voluptuousness with which one prays, invokes, celebrating desire for the beloved Woman. The tribute of one's submission, the gratitude for the mercy with which She receives and disposes of it.
Simply love. What the poets sing about, the ability to look beyond, to recognize how much man is indebted to Woman, how much he needs Her, Her guidance and aromonia, Her power to generate emotions.
The love and devotion of the man who understands and is aware, who knows that he is similar to a simple note that Woman writes on her own score and is always ready to play for her, to be a brief echo of her melody.
And then it seems obvious, natural, to sing for her, to pray to her, to prostrate oneself, to ask to be able to love her and to embrace her feet, to kiss the shadow of her every step.
This is my story: the story of a slave who proudly submits and belongs to his Mistress.
Fantastic drawings! Thank you for sharing!