Sexual electricity infuses our every action. When our minds are freed from the tyranny of false virtue, social conditioning, and culturally enforced standards of normalcy, the true, innocent, and shameless expression of our inherent sexual nature is simply expressed.
Without thought, without intent, without fear, or guilt, or shame. We are simply, naturally, divinely, unavoidably sexual beings by nature…and there is nothing UN-sacred about us, at all…ever.
How do I choose to express my sexual energy? A better question would be, how do I not?
For once I became internally free of self, and societally imposed boundaries, there is no place the core essence of me does not go.
That is not to say that I act without discernment. Quite the contrary in fact.
The more sensually empowered I have become, the more connected I have become to the subtle, but flawless intuitive intelligence of my heart, my body, my womanhood.
As a result, I have learned to say “NO” to sexual encounters that were not truly nourishing for my heart.
Because of this, because I have learned to trust my internal “NO”, I am now free to wholly and truly trust my Yes. I trust my yes… I wholly and completely trust. My. Yes.
So how many are the myriad forms of sexual self-expression? Limitless. Limitless, as my sexuality infuses every word I say, every gesture, every nuance. The subtle language of self-acceptance underscoring every action, every thought, every breath.
I express my sexuality through song, through the heartfelt singing of my soul, as I fulfill my sexual appetite through the dancing, moving expression of sensual pleasure. Through the consciousness of my breathe. Through every movement attuned to the song of rapture, singing in my heart.
I express my sexuality with passion, as I cry tears of loss, and mourn another promise broken, another dream denied, another hope unrealized…. and yet I continue to love, continue to dream, continue to open….eternally.Ever open. Ever. Open.
I expres my sexuality through scent. Inhaling, consuming, devouring the essence of man, ripe and pungent. Naked and raw. I devour his sex/flesh as I devour food, with great relish, laughter, and enjoyment.
I express my sexuality through taste. I love the slippery wet taste-touch of his tongue to mine. The hot ache for union unfulfilled. The torment of a hunger unfed and a thirst yet unquenched. Again, again, again. Can I taste you again…..
I express my sexuality with fire. Hot, smoldering flames of passion and desire.
I bring this passion to life. I bring this passion to all of life, and it is this passion that makes life sacred, raw, real, and utterly divine. For there is nothing more divine than the carnal, mindless merging of body to body, and breath to breath.
To feel this deeply is sweet agony. Blissful & painful at once. It is what it is, to be human, really.
For the pain defines our pleasure, just as much as the pleasure defines our pain.
And in the realm of human existence, there is no escape from either.