Dear Pussy,

Velvet wishing well,
Pandora’s Box,
You are the source of my sorceress.

My brain lies, my heart is self-sacrificing, but your
pulsating spark of wet inspiration, your throbbing
call to follow pure desire, has the thrill of
aliveness in it.

When I follow you, I am pushed to expand, to lose my
separateness, to adventure, deep in the wellspring of
creativity and connection. It is a lively dance, a
vision quest, a cauldron of sensation, when you turn
on your juice. Enigmatic, when your silky gates begin
to swell and pulse, when the soft pearl turns into a
live wire, when the stream becomes an ocean of
wetness, I am no longer a logical, separate creature;
I am a hungry beast, a playful seductress, a creatrix
who weaves dreams into reality. Limitless energy
source. Mesmerizing magnetic transformation that drops
men to their knees and nudges them to follow their
calling in life, and the call to the wild.

In you, I find the next part of myself to be birthed;
you fill my body with the promise of pleasure when I
expand beyond fear and limitation. When my mind wants
me to stay small, you get turned on by adventures,
risks, and people that have me be bigger.

I trust your impulses.
I will follow you.

Love,
Valerie
August 2, 2007

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