Updated: Jun 11, 2019
He speaks to the hidden parts of me, the unacknowledged keepers of shame. Alluring them from their captivity with his insistent desire.
The tantalizing invitation of my naughtiness drools from my swollen lips. The mystic of the darkness prowls like a black panther frolicking in the sensual enrapture of my freedom.
He mocks my submissive image, igniting the fiery essence of my primal ecstasy in his penetration of the mystery Being revealed.
He witnesses the Goddess and welcomes the SLUT while honoring the tiger stripes my skin bears from motherhood. All of me is welcome in the embodiment of my Liberated expression to Be.
~Elayne Le Monde ©Elayne LeMonde 2018