it first enters the space of my chest. i feel traces of muscle and bone and whatever is keeping me open. every glimmer of luminous truth penetrating. poetry arranges itself in my imagination. my once wistful tone replaced with something strong. knowing.
deeper now. breath. breath. breath. awaken chest and shoulders and back of heart and heat me up. i stand, feet planted. wave an inhale through my spine. hold. release. repeat. over and over and over till the rhythm overtakes and the mind releases and it has grown all encompassing. i get so dizzy i fall into the couch.
one hour later i’ve moved through every shape imaginable. i lie on the ground more alive. pulsing. my hair grew 6 inches and even more voluminous. i am glowing not just from sweat but from something i couldn’t see this morning.
do you know what it is?
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want it.
remember these words.
feel them.
these words are the secret nobody ever told you.
i cannot tell you the doors they’ll unlock but when you arrive there, you will know.
they’ll lick your spine awake.
how does it feel to be worshipped?
words offered in response to something i’ve been cultivating since i was old enough to feel the electric hum between my legs when a man’s eyes landed on me.
i was 13. he said damn girl, i didn’t know you could move like that. seed planted. nourished. grown into me. here. today
today when i want to show a man exactly who i am, i dance. present myself. there is no logic. and i don’t search for it. i open into the sky of Him.
people talk about being seen but what about being enveloped in presence. actually wrapped. wanted. wanted. in your fullness. gently coaxed out of hiding you didn’t know you were in.
have you felt that?
the hottest. weirdest. most erotic parts. the parts you twist into something other than exactly what you are.
but how do you do that?
sloooooow. trace sensation over and over and over. spend way too long feeling atomic dances disguised as static skin. close your eyes and know: you are opening.
and who comes through when you do?
every day a different woman. thousands of women.
something in the center remains.
feel yourself.
deep, wet, luminous movement.
Your 📸 are so fucking hot