One of the finer things in life is newness, and the presence and feel of virginity.
Virginity has never escaped the notice of the jaded, the experienced, or those
who've lost theirs without fanfare. In the same breath those who've given their
virginity away in a blessed and precious way have a continuous relationship
with themselves different and far removed from an initial bitterness in the
mouths of those whose virginity was not treasured. Virginity and the Virgin are
to be reared as holy beings in a world that despises the newness of dawn, the
freshness of Spring, the touch of Earth, our Mother, the exuberance of children's play, and the hope for a
better day.
How life would
be different with reverence. How sex would feel if being held were as intense
as being loved. What words would be said if a man knew how being touched
determines the nature of sex. In the strong bodies of young women the right
man's thrust into her will empower the two of them plunging them intertwined into the mysterious aspects of their
essences and who they are! His semen would have the thickness and weight of
integrity, and secure the presence of the security his soul gives her to grant
him permission inside her. Pussy is precious and magical. It tastes, and feels
that way, and throughout the duration of its vitality should be the expansion
of the notions of play and foreplay, intercourse, exchange, eloping, and
merging into one entity tied to each other's soul. Maturity emerges from the
profound mysterious impact and fact of sexual play into discovery of the soul's
heart song.
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