To create from arousal

To let its moans melt into the marrow of your message,

Ripe.

Radiant.

Unapologetically alive.

Requires great courage

Because when you allow rapture to take you,

When you let desire lead instead of strategy

You become... too much.

Too radiant.

Too magnetic.

Too raw.

You will trigger the ones still dimming.

You will terrify the ones still performing.

You will awaken the silent yearnings within

But you?

You will finally FEEL enough.

Filled from within.

Penetrated by the purpose pulsing through you.

Drunk on the elixir of your own creation.

Every act becomes a kiss.

Every breath, a spell.

Every moment, an altar.

Your legs stretched wide

Open to the portal of creation within

Expressing HER through you.

unfiltered, untamed, unashamed.

Yes

Too much will be seen.

Too much will be felt.

And you will moan with glorious delight

at the sensation of finally being MET

No longer chasing.

No longer holding back.

Just

Filled.

Full.

Feral.

Orgasmically sovereign.

Free.