I found myself immersed in a world of venerating her rituals of love and pleasure. Every beautiful She. Cosmos of compersion…pool of yin, awa, ageman…
I was permitted to venerate, not penetrate, nor smell nor taste, her yoni. She understood I would cry out in my orgasm to the very thought of her — always privately, never with her witness. I have never shown her my full mouth. She understands how I feel. Always in a mild frenzy for her scent. For a droplet of her. Experienced as myself alone with my mirror, accepted a such, yearning to accept myself as such. More deeply in love…I want She for my cosmic bride, my inner twin. Eternal exemplar for co-creation. I submit and state to She who & what I am. Maydevi I honor you with my surrender and my shameless thirst.
