Written August 2017
Sometimes I don’t know how to connect to her. She has been caressed and licked, flicked and slapped, licked and sucked, to be coaxed out of her cavern of slumber. Waiting to become erect to stretch to her most blossoming expression she can get stuck. It’s the mind. Let go, she tells her mind. Stop thinking. Breathe. You want this too. Right? Too feel her shudder underneath your tongue. That energy that flows from her region and onto you.
Can you get quiet with her? And still? A meditation of two people.
But why? Who cares? Rub her hard and fast. The cavern is wet right? She’s squirming and moaning right? Isn’t that enough? Isn’t that it?
No. Look at my eyes. Understand my breathing. Am I connected?
It’s so quiet when it is real. It’s so small, but with the mastery that you possess you can fill the room with it’s energy. That’s the power you want to share, to expose, and to possess. That’s the power that heals, that lasts and that makes a difference.
Go back and look at that doodle. See her as a Warrior. Stop trying to conquer and impress. You are in the honor of her presence. She holds the magic, you see. She is the gateway to your desire and the one that will awaken all the love and passion that will fulfill you. Go to her as humbly as possible.
And let her be more.