oceans of a woman

how lucky am i;
i get to
touch you every day.
feel your wet nourishment,
your intimate depths.
bask in your primal scent,
your ancient vitality.
feast upon your swollen curves,
your radiant light.
hear your roaring laughter,
your beating pulse.
taste your sacred tears,
your big, raw, exploding
oceans of a woman,
i adore me.

is this starting to make sense? are you starting to see? is your body beginning to remember her power? nature, body, life, sex, art – it’s all one and the same. it’s all BEAUTIFUL. 🍯

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