You resisted. In your mind, at least. You didn’t speak the fears, the shame that someone planted in you. But I could feel its stony shape under your skin and hear how it muted and emptied your words.
Your muscles tensed. You held a shape reminiscent of a cocoon, but I understood. I knew I couldn’t slice it open without making you bleed, without adding more scars and knots and sinews.
My confession is that I crave the opposite.
I want to inspire you to burst from within.
Not at first, of course. That would ruin the epiphany even if the possibility existed.
I am desperate to forge your mind’s blade, so that you can take it in your hands with all familiarity. And your panting breaths and pounding heart nevertheless would allow you to finally bring that blade down between your legs and slice open your unspoken, conflicted desires. Your pussy—becoming the display of your life-granting inner organs. Your legs—parting wider wider wider to display the celestial trust you’ve placed in me.
And you thrust up to meet my tongue.
And growl the animal growl to gnash and devour the people who’ve reduced you and hobbled you.
I slather your pussy with my holy water. With my speaking in tongues. And you tear sheets and rend every mundane judgment and expectation.
As I elevate you.
Let me elevate you.
Let me tear away the decay of the greedy earth and fist-shaking mobs below.
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