My eroticism rises from the earth
From the depths of my being
From the dirt and the flesh I am made of
It is inherent
It is sovereign
It is the song in my veins
I dip into this sacred part of myself
With my mind and my breath
With the wandering of my imagination
My eros is the cultivation of centuries upon centuries in communion with the dark side of the moon
I lie naked in a pool of my own desire
This body
This eros
This knowing of myself as a divine, sacred, sexual creature
As old as the hills
Alive to my power
Mistress to the call of my inner voice
In tune
Venus rising
Rooted, awakened
Unashamed .
? ART: Thomas Donaldson