I am the deity, the divinity, the goddess of fertility

Like the passing of day to night from light to darkness from
my youthful endeavors to the reality of my maturity
I need being free, needing to be me, needing not your
affirmation of good tidings to agree.

I something see the entirety of my life flowing over my face and I feel in absolute control of my space
And in the silence of my mind I am the deity, the divinity, the goddess of fertility

And in my nudity I have arrived at heaven’s gate while all others confined by their heavy clothing stands and wait for their keeper of the gate that will forever be late

A lifetime it has taken to be free of the confines of those so often forsaken by the blush, the rouge, the eyeliner, the gloss, moisturizer, the wings of a dove and fitting perfectly in your special glove.

Having now arrived at my perfect body with its broken mountains and jiggered valleys
Its intermittent streams of pleasure can just as suddenly be painful mysteries but while I feel the pain no longer have I my reflection to blame

I am free of your hypocrisies my youthful perkiness respectfully transitions to my warm softly flowing sexuality; my maturity is my welcomed reality.

And no more will their hypocrisies ever again give raise to the shaming of my nudity to be dismissed as the exclusivity of youthful attraction for those having long passed their own youthful functions when all I need is to be touch by the soulful hands of my conscientious lover, truly understanding that beauty is only understood long after your distractions of physical attractions and beauty flows from my nudity like life giving waters to the barren and empty souls of those in search of a goddess’ eruption to once again make them whole.

And night passed to day and light passes to night and I am feeling that my youthful days have been spent all as my investment in bringing to me my true vision
I can finally see that this body was meant for me and it has always been yet ignored by my conflicting demons of being too thin, too fat, too dark, too white, too meek or perhaps occasional right,
too confused by the noises of the fight to keep me from having sight

I am the original masterpiece, done by the hands of the almighty and foolishly I have spent such precious time with the armatures of creativity, touching up my lips, my hips, my butt, a wee nip and tuck, lifting that which they say has fallen, dropping that which they say has risen, the madness and the insanity have intersected now as the shadows on my face,
needing me to show perfect grace

And in the silence of my mind I am the deity, the divinity, the goddess of fertility
And in my nudity I have arrived at heaven’s gate while all others confined by their heavy clothing stands and wait for their keeper of the gate
that will forever be late

I am nature’s womb, I am blessed by the hands of the creator, I am delightfully welcomed by those most able to appreciate the mystery of this erotic Venus of life, I am perfect the way I am such that I am the wonders of being a WOMAN~
@Anthony2015mdh30Vibes

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