She purposefully sets her feet down

Legs spread

Toes sinking into the wood floors

She juts out her vagina

And stares down at the wispy tufts shrouding it

She raises her hands to the sky

And calls on divinity

She calls on her power

The power within

The power without

The power that is hers alone to yield

To meld

To mold

To play with

In this lifetime

She turns her head up

And gazes towards the light

She wishes she could run barefoot and naked on the grass

She wishes she could howl at the moon

But her fingers are cold

The night is frigid

The moon is hidden behind clouds that speak of thunderstorms in the distance

So she puts her robe back on and finds her way back to bed

In complete darkness

She climbs in besides her stirring sweet child

And rocks her to sleep again

Glad the night hides her tears so well

Tears of joy, solitude, gratitude

Meld with tears of sorrow, pain and despair

She is hoping God heard her prayers

Thinking tomorrow is another day

And another chance to dance naked in the moonlight

Will she ever dare?

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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