I sit each day, behind the window, with the elixir of your true power, of Eros and love and desire and appetite, while you try to live by a man’s rules of restriction and complain that “they” keep you so small.
Who did you think it was who was here to bring the fecundity, the resources, the beauty, the fullness that you are seeking, the absence of which creates a bare-toothed and hungry masculine?
When you inhabit your world, you will not need anyone to run cover for your hunger, your desire, your yearnings, your appetite. The world, filled with the overflow, will know the value. You will not need to yoke others into political correctness.
Your sensuality and sexuality, your love and the terrain of your body will no longer need to be a militarized zone. The natural order that is beauty of a far higher order will define your interactions.
The force of love will freely and availably flow, from me, through you, and out into the world for all to immerse in.