How dare you.
Try to package me.
Price tag me.
Pimp me out like your whore.
How dare you.
Try to Factory farm the goddess.
Putting pumps on my tits and cunt.
Demanding my milk and honey to flow on your command.
How dare you.
There was no one for miles,
Just her and the trees.
The sky, birds and earth hold her intensity.
No one to hush her quiet,
Shame her into silence,
Be disturbed by her wildness.
She begins to breathe,
Deep and long, taking herself to the edge and beyond.
She runs her hands up her body and she calls to the sky,
Her wild heart awoken,
Her wide hips begin to shake,
Rotating and grinding into the earth.
Back arching, arms flailing, she curls her fingers into the dirt.
Teeth bared and eyes alight, with guttural groans,
She fucks herself to life.
Leaves and twigs stick to her tangled hair, that splays out behind her like snakes,
Her full mouth foaming, ecstatic state.
She's wailing, shrieking,
Stopping for no one,
She cums and cums and cums until there is nothing left but her continuing deafening scream of YES.
Engulfed and exploded into light and energy,
She lets all of existence rip through her,
Every cell alive and throbbing and pulsating with life,
Taking her completely, violently, blissfully.
She surrenders her will to all of creation coming through her coming through her cumming.
Wild Woman Unleashed...
Like you never have before.
You bared your body, your heart, your spirit and soul.
Last night, You got vulnerable.
You went to places way beyond who you thought you were.
Unleashed this new possibility of yourself out into the world.
You expressed your full power,
Lit up by your own expansion,
Amazing, exhilarating, ecstasy.
That left you,
And this morning.
You wake, with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
Flashbacks coming in. remembering it all.
'What the hell was THAT?'
Well my friend;
Your fixed self concept got absolutely fucking smashed last night.
Downing shots of love,
Taking swigs of pleasure,
Skulling bottles of bliss,
Until it was passed out unconscious on the floor somewhere...
Last night your true essence was given full permission to play.
And oh did she play.
She danced all night.
In reckless, wild, abandon.
Made love with the universe, with everyone and everything.
You're not so sure...
Something that seemed so breathtakingly freeing
Now feels a bit seedy,
A bit cringey and freaky.
Give me anything but your 'nice'.
Anything but that Inauthentic bullshit disguised as polite.
Anything but that monotone "Hows your day been?" crap.
Oh please give me anything but that.
Give me anything but the minding of your manners.
Anything but your feelings of unworthiness disguised as humility.
Anything but the docile "If you wouldn't so happen to mind...Perhaps, could you, maybes?"
Give me anything but your incessant 'sorry's
Anything but those shame based apologies for your existence dressed up as cultural niceties that escape your mouth so unconsciously.
Give me anything but that.
Give me your real feelings,
Your raw needs.
Your voice trembling vulnerability that brings you to your knees.