People live better when they're inspired..this is to honor the seat of my creation and sexuality

Spirit

Pussy Eating Fantasy…

Eat my pussy eat my pussy eat my pussy! Eat all the honey and coconut oil out! Till the cows come home. Till your mouth gets tired, and longer. Till I’m begging you to fuck me, shove that rock hard chocolate cock inside of me, then take your dick out, and put your face in my pussy again. Eat me from every position. Eat me from the back with your nose in my asshole, while I’m on my back with my legs in the air, while I’m riding your face and rivers of soma are spilling out of the sides of your mouth, while we’re both laying on our side and my thighs are sandwiching your cheeks, while you’re on the couch and I’m straddling your face while you’re holding on so tight to my thighs, digging your finger tips in my skin….

You’re pleasing me, you’re loving it, you’re groaning, you’re telling me I tastes so good…you’re not caring when my roommates come home, you don’t care if my sister is there, you pin me down and tell me you want that tongue to go as deep inside my honey canal as it will go. You spread my cheeks wide open and your tongue slips down to my ass. I am crying crying crying because I know once we have reached this threshold there is no turning back. You are holding me after I am shaking with orgasms we created together. You are humming on my clit, sucking on her, making all kinds of delicious and sucky, spitty, smacky noises, with your juicy mouth mmmm! You smack my ass with delight! You’re dick is has hard as a stainless steel beam and you cum when I do…you have been initiated, you know your desire to please me has made you that much more of a man.

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Strange Love: Nathan Trice Explores Intimacy, Courtship, and Love in his Strange Love Episode Series

Delving into creative expression, in an attempt to match the unmatchable visions and aural frequencies of that which I partook of on Dec. 14th for Nathan Trice’s Strange Love:  EPISODE 5 (there were 4 previous episodes) Eroticism/Memory: Exploring courtship, intimacy, and love at performing arts space Free Candy in Brooklyn, I present to you this poem as a type of artistic review the best way I know how to give it ya’: in my own way. I am not a dancer, but an artist just the same, untrained and unconstrained by societal or industry standards for what a review should be. I sometimes think the brightest ideas are the most scary, and I step out on faith hoping my little contribution to this small project will impact the way people write reviews for years to come.

nathan trice rituals

In the dark and slow buzzing room that held a miraculous night within its walls…
Holographic images play in the background ‘neath synchronistic movements;
Vocal tones incorporated in the dance
As the man’s body folded to the tones of the feminine siren call to a sweet death
of the ego:
It was simultaneously an innocent call to love.
Not the “thing” love. But the “action.”
She is a singer
Why do dancers have to be singers too?

An original song by Nathan put me in a sentimental “Mood;”
The Asian man was a noodle;
I get the feeling they were improvising;
Representing what we all do in relationships
Trying to see into me
Attempting to reach intimacy;
We use eroticism and sex and our dicks and pussies as a means,
But riding that banana boat, do we ever reach our intended destination?
Yes, you climbed into me and tasted my rivers but did you, into me, see?
It’s fitting that the women would be vocalizing and the men silent;
That mirrors many a relationship;
Some women pine and pine away for affection and sometimes feel like they’re get drippings,
like from the meat from a pan…

The dance with chairs showed me how two people in a relationship mirror the other’s actions because THATS WHAT THEY THINK THE OTHER PERSON WANTS THEM TO DO!

And sometimes the naivety that everyone who is close to us thinks the same way makes us a fool.

The Asian girl had a b-boy break dancing approach,
A definite display of the dance between masculine and feminine;
There was a jazz trio,
Playing “Acknowledgement” by John Coltrane – isn’t that what we all want?
That room held a night and feeling,
And we were all one.
Nathan Trice was wise;
He told a story. It was a sacred dance.
It was moving, if you are able to be moved by any such thing.

For more on Nathan Trice and his dance company go to http://www.nathantricerituals.com


MUSE & MUSIC: Stimela by Wynter Gordon

Just the right touch of tribalism, spirituality, and sexiness. I love this video and it fits perfectly with the mood of this space. I especially appreciate the androgynous character who performs African dance …enjoy:


A Woman Is Gracious…

So, I realize, if you’re a beautiful woman…you’re just a beautiful woman. You’ll get messages from everyone telling you so even if you don’t believe it fully. I don’t, but I think I’ve found someone who does. I’m working on the broken places…and I can’t turn my magnetism off. I want to shun other men who approach me but I can’t… I won’t. They are there and they deserve a certain type of love from me as well, after all, I attracted them. But…no one gives me that feeling like he does. No, not right now. I guess I know what he means about ending things abruptly and starting things organically. I think one thing about unconditional love or authenticity may have something to do with your feelings and always being true to them, living your truth. My heart doesn’t WANT to be mean to other men but my head tells me I should do so. That was when I was young. Now, I feel myself becoming a woman. A woman is always gracious to all men who compliment her, even if she’s not in love with them. I don’t ever want to cut off what made me desirable in the first place. If I’m alluring I just have to accept that. What can I say, it’s my fate. But, they won’t get everything… My heart is too full to accept anyone else at the moment.


She Let Go…

This poem had to be saved. I could not let it disappear into the great black hole of cyberspace, never to be read by me again. I read it aloud and something frees in me. I discovered this via the women’s community that I’m apart of: 

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of

 the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do
it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone
forevermore…

Rev Safire Rose

via Devi Moksha, thank you!

www.awakeningwomen.com