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the fear is normal, it is proof that you’re a human who exists in a system that has normalized common and comfort. that in order to get out of your comfort zone, you have to move despite the fear and it will eventually lose its hold over you.
if you are willing to take a bet on yourself, the universe will never turn its back on you. in fact it will meet you at your audacity by holding your hand as it clears your path, you just have to be willing to operate despite the fear.
existing authentically is something more than just being seen for who you are. it is you telling yourself that you are as beautiful as you are and you are as equally entitled to exist as everyone else in their daily normalcy.
it is you telling the universe, i am choosing to exist in the frequency that aligns with my reception of all the blessings that are meant for me.
a girl so loving, you want to give her the world;
a girl so feminine, you want to put her soul at ease;
a girl so breathtaking, you want to take her around the world.
ease her mind,
please her body,
fill her pockets.
today is her birthday,
i'll go have the cake that enriches my soul,
and while i'm at it she'll see why heaven is only a consumption away.
sex is like life. it has and holds whatever meaning we attach to it.
she asked what i was wearing, i smiled, looked at my clothes and replied,
my attention for you covers my skin. strip me naked and find devotion underneath.
i'll steal a kiss from your lips just so you can relieve me off my creative block, cause you my dear are the kind of art that inspires by mere existence.
it's how you permit me to grab your neck with force just enough to pull you closer for a kiss,
how you don't mind me reminding you that just for this moment in time, you're mine to have and to hold,
more so to devour when my soul craves yours.
being modest will not release your sexual tension:
stare like you're stripping them naked;
use words that reveal your freak;
touch like only their skin is capable of igniting the flame in you;
your sexual thirst is not meant to be quenched by the streams flowing of norm and safety,
but rather the depths of unexplored seas that scream dark and danger at first but delight and liberty behind the scenes.
i like it when a woman owns her sexual desires,
yes girl you're horny...and you crave a good fuck.
find me on my knees on sunday,
devouring her altar like it's the only portal that grants my wishes.
like the only place that needs not my tears to know my fears, or my anxiety to know my worries,
but rather the only place i can be myself; because where there's wetness, there's no judgement.
i'm more of a green light type of girl;
give me the sign and I'll go,
to a place that holds your presence and emotions,
a place where safety comes by dint of our energy,
a place where we both don't mind vulnerability,
and not the limited edition, the kind that stems from knowing that it's the only thing that will create lasting memories.
it may be a short time in this place we are, but it's one you look back and be grateful you went.
the soul in me loves your shy and reserved self,
but the writer in me wants you to put her in a cage and bring out the chaos you were told to bind because you needed to fit in a world that disregarded your ability to spread your legs overnight and your mind during the day.
indeed, there is such a thing as good pussy; a pussy is as good as its owner; a bad BITCH has a damn good pussy! the same way a passive woman has an inert one. the former knows her worth; the way she walks, the way she talks; the things she allows in her life… all these add to her entirety which trickles to her divinity down south.. so that when she permits your devouring, you will feel it before you begin; you will feel it in her look, her touch, her taste, her breath; you will feel it in her presence. you’ll feel the need to seek permission; in your ask, on your knees you'll be if need… that's the power of the pussy, and not just any pussy.. the kind of pussy held by a bad BITCH; the high value woman that knows what she’s about; and once you partake, you’ll keep coming, again and again.
happy Lesbian Visibility Day to all the girlies who are strictly for the girlies.
the world is your oyster, sucks those juices