Sensual Garden

Where does beauty lay in the skin or in the eye?
Where its true value invested, in the earth or in the sky?
Opening and tasting every whisper of every song
Walking, running, screaming when you're weak or when you're strong?

Find yourself wandering in the halls of my mind....... (rhyme ends here.. )

We know, that pleasure for me is an intoxication. I become a ravenous thing for it. Gobbling up sensations as if they were candy, shining, glistening, ready to be plucked. The things that inspire that are legion - not a single thing, nor a million.

It is the stream of energy communicated from one to another... the waves that pull and push... that direct passion.. the touches.. soft whispered touches that grace your skin with fire and grace the the dark with midnight voices.

It is the ebb and flow between you and your lover... not trying so hard... to force feed orgasms and pleasure. As so many people do, just in this city alone, pay 200 dollars for a massage... to feel the pleasure of another person touching their skin... releasing what was pent up inside... the bars of the cage? Limitors of Passion.

He drops breadcrumbs for me to follow, rather than force feeding me his idea of expressive sexuality. He makes me work for it, expose more of myself to him, strip myself of my inhibitions and preconceived notions and once that veneer has been peeled away... I can slither myself away from it... where the pleasure is pure.

Rarely, the women, with whom I am acquainted, rarely know what pleases them. They have been confined by Limitors of Passion.

Women have never been given license to practice feeling it; explore it.

IF women were aware that they were endowed not only with the ability to create life, but to be able to feel more sensations.. more than men are capable of...if they knew... how when we are strong women, and allowed to be the passionate creatures we are, the sheer pleasure of even mundane things is magnified and intensified for women.

Men... if they knew this.. if they understood this.. being the Manly Man.. the Rogues... the Heroes ... if they knew what women were able to feel... would they continue to limit us...

Women... today... I am going to write a blog entitled eating an apple.... read this with me.. taste my words.. feel the honey and dew drops dripping from my words.. let them fall onto you.. infiltrate and melt through the armor that you've been shackled with.

You may not feel how I feel when I feel it.. but if you take the walk with me.. just for a moment.. the journey will open appreciation for the simple things in your life.. and you will see... just how much you have been limited..

you will see the bars of your cage..

Flutter your tiny hearts in his hand
Whisper your love quietly
Run away from the orgasms that you've NEVER been taught how to feel...

or

walk with me in my Garden of Blogs... I will offer you truth and passion...

you take from the garden my rose tinted glass... and see your life experiences through them...

awakening to self... you are worth it.

Welcome to my Garden.