Feminine religion
Volume, voluptuousness, flowing...
Into the cup of womanhood.
Never-ending, never ceasing, eternity.
The wide, gaping mouth of Mother Entity.
The goddess in every god subdued.
Sexuality dripping like thick blood...
Into psychic veins...
Ever raging like a wild river.
We bow to no man...
Man is not a god to us.
And passions try to burst free...
From our running hearts...
But stop in the face of our will.
Our voices louder than the crashing of oceans tide...
Sings to God in blinding screams...
We will not fail.
Honey, warm cinnamon, fudge, brown sugar.
Hang on for dear life.
Don't drown in the syrup of these sweet things mixed.
You are feminine strong...flaunt your power!
A mixture of happiness and strife.
Girl egg cracks into woman yolk.
Protect me...from what I want most!
Chocolate, vanilla, with a splash of rum for spice...
Roses, morning glories, and water to kill.
Rushing over rocks...the essence...of sensual water being...
Existing...breathing.
Me standing in the sunlight, hand on windowsill.
I look up and touch the window for things wished for.
A recipe for Woman.
This is Feminine Religion
