When you make a prayer, cast a spell, you are asking the Red Sea to part,
but don’t forget that you must still pick up your feet and walk through it.
When you express disgust, disinterest, boredom, anxiety, surrender, submission,
you are calling out to the Universe to ignite your blood with a fresh whiff of Change.
Next time you pray, or sing, or whisper affirmations to yourself, or tape a quotation to
your bathroom mirror so that you’ll read it every day, remind yourself that Change is sexy.
Change is erotic. And exotic. It deserves to be embraced, held, caressed, lusted over, and
made sweet, sweet love to. Change is the girl-next-door. Change is the new black. And black
Is back, and it’s sizzling. Sometimes, the best way to get off is to breathe peace and let tears spill out when there are tears and name fears when there are fears and let them DISSOLVE in the light of
The essence of Change. After all, Change and Truth are twins. And everybody wants to have a threesome with those hotties. Don’t try to tell me otherwise; your eyes glint with the smell of fresh lust.
But if you want to bed and wed Change, you might want to check out Her list of kinks and interests first. Things like: GROWING. EXPANDING. Filling up with VIBRANCY and ESSENCE of
DIVINITY. Long walks on the beach, letting the tide lap at Her, watching the sand SURRENDER and GIVE WAY beneath Her feet. Change can be a cruel mistress, but after she brings you to your
Knees, she’ll reward you with pleasure. You’ll spin, wrapping yourself up in the luxuriousness of it all, and as you fall asleep in Her arms, Her mind wanders, wondering what you’ll do when she hands
Over the reigns to you, after Sunday-brunch. Her body is warm against yours, and soft, too. You fall DEEPER for Her, as your breath tickles Her side; She giggles and coos and grinds closer,
EXPLODING your heart, IGNITING your blood. You YIELD to Her form, your body molding itself against Her ELECTRIC ESSENCE. Your cells HUM back to Hers, ECHOING OPENNESS, finally claiming ONENESS.
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Cait
2 years ago
Change leans in the doorway of my chamber and gazes
at me stretched out here
Truth is already in my bed, one hand playing across my scars
mending my wounds
and She
turns to me her eyes wide and pleading, her lips so inviting
I have only a sacred moment to nod
before They crush into me
as suddenly filling my mouth, like cherries and coconut cream
and undoing me
I am electric with Them
Lovers
binding me with their ruthless searing pulse
until
I Yield
and unafaid now
EXPIRE
There is a Void
an Empty space
out of place throbbing and deep time dark
Suspended
Formless
I have Eternity
to Perceive only
there is no Knowing
Before I
INSPIRE
Shuddering gasps
my neck under His mouth
my hands in Her hair
Until
these are not my hands
this neck, not mine
Not mine
Yours
You
Loving
Through
Me
I am Love.
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Khandroma
2 years ago
I absolutely LOVE what you did with this piece. Thank you for it, thank you for the offering, the dialogue, the friendship, and the prayers. We are love; we are here to love. You are one of my great teachers, darling. I wouldn't be here, wouldn't be lusting after change, without you.
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