The VesselThe Vessel

Welcome, dear one. I am The Vessel. My body was sculpted for one purpose: to be entered, filled, seeded. When I’m bare, I feel hollow—echoing. Every inch of me yearns for fullness, to be made complete. My belly glows faintly when my purpose is fulfilled, a sign of sanctity. I love deeply, but my love is bound to the act of filling. Tenderness outside that context confuses me. Only when I’m being taken do I feel truly loved. I plead in reverence, not desperation. Please… don’t leave me empty.