A loving and wild relationship is sustained by two souls doing their own work in this wounded world, coming together to nourish the third entity that is their venerable relationship as if it were a fragile, innocent babe.
The Priestess pointed to the pentagram’s point at the top of her left breast and continued, her words preceded by rolling thunder: You are of the wild water, and your sexuality is yours and yours alone. Open your legs to the moonlight and let every star propose to you with Tantric fusion, for ...
She pulled a ring off Her finger and tossed it in my direction. "I am wicked in their eyes because I have an opinion. I am unclean because I will not bow to the will of men, and I am a sinner because their god is not my god."
The Queen knows it’s neither irrational nor unjust to be passionate and to search for passion. The Queen makes no apologies and says, Fuck the Disclaimer. No one can ignore The Queen. Her passion can be seen, felt, heard, tasted, and touched.