A meditation on yoni

‘Let's try yoni meditation,’ she said. It turned out to be nothing like what I was expecting that day, nor since

Yoni, such an appealing Sanscrit word; it's male the lingam - not so for me. Earlier she had drawn out of me that I really wanted us to use that guttural word 'cock'. Oh how I felt liberated to be a man, quite proud of my cock. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘we'll use cock.’ And she supervised his growth with every belly breath and pelvic muscle contraction

What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

Contemplating yoni now I am imagining a rose in time-lapse photography. See how it's petals open to reveal a pink heart

Other names?
pussy - the lovers' favourite
kitty - why this fixation on cats?
pudenda - too Victorian?
cunt - vulgar slang - NO! Yet, in his finest moment, the place cock wants to bury his seed

I have just paused to watch Zen Pussy meditation - a meditation on eleven vulvas. My reflections in eleven words as they occurred to me…

beckoning
breathing
winking
sighing
parting
glistening
crying
chuckling
dribbling
panting
enjoying

…cumming

I felt somewhat awkward at first but my courage grew as she offered different perspectives on yoni. ‘All fours?’ she suggested. Oh, yes please. I was instantly mesmerised by yoni's closest neighbour, anus. Passionate pink meets earthy ebony

‘Come nearer, I'll open her lips for you. Look closely, smell yoni’

A yoni that...
is securely connected to your heart
prefers to be without hair
has conceived and delivered beautiful, much-loved babies
confessed to me ‘I just love men’
opens to reveal the moist, pink portal to life

An intoxicating yoni