matilda thunderpussy returns

[creativesoul]

matilda had been one of those women- that loved being a woman-... she had a body that inspired the truly kinky to undress her- and see just how much pleasure she could with stand- apparently- more than they could give-or was it = boredom?she had been made the queen, the child,.the hooker, the madame... - yet in all that heat- the thing- led her to another-love- like lightening- beams would scatter her and re-charge her- the moans could be heard in the moonlight- the laughter- so contagious-
the body knows- when it is time- to move- to coast to float to find-
grab your canoe- life is going to change..
the spine seems like a red tail hawk to fly higher than the beams-she had to walk- to stay grounded- when the men left and the opening reevaluated-dressings of feathers and medicines beyond the physical began to emerge= the ancestral wakes up- then the beams come out of your head and hands and flight begins-
matilda was not sure that this was real- she had spent so many nights believing that this could happen- and it did-

the sun blessed the body with new energy- new breathe- all things considered- what is there not to LOVE? all that sweetness- like fruit and linen and the grass blowing in the window- a blure heron flies south-

[dadio]

Think I knew a dame like her.

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