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2014 VagFest: A Festival of Vaginas

I was scrolling down the event calendar for our local convention center this evening when I came across an event that, to my mind, was long overdue:  2014 VagFest.

An entire festival dedicated to vaginas? My eyes sparkled as I considered the possibilities.  Grooming demonstrations (how to treat/avoid razor burn and ingrown hairs in delicate areas); erotic art displays; toys and lubes; scents and flavors to make even the most mundane vagina beguiling.  Anatomy lessons for those unfortunate souls who haven’t yet stumbled across their G-spot; group discussions on how to get the most pleasure out of every penis; exercise seminars to tighten and firm those most special muscle groups post child-birth and beyond.  That would be a valuable and popular seminar.  (Nothing intrigues a woman with three kids more than having a twat tighter than a 17 year old cheerleader.)

The smile spread like warm sunshine across my face as I began to feel at home in this imaginary, labial world.  I imagined a special area where men could also browse, learn and discover the secret world where men love, yet fear, to go.  Seminars designed to help them not feel threatened by the 11-inch black vibrator in their partner’s nightstand drawer.  Advice on how to navigate the menstrual cycle without having to skip the fun stuff.  A medical booth where embarrassing questions could be asked and strange pustules examined in anonymity by clinical professionals.  A homeopathic remedy booth nearby where women could purchase creams and tinctures that would make their nether parts smell like an herb garden. 

As I gazed off into the distance, my face lifted up in supplicant bliss at the notion that the vagina could be celebrated at level worthy of its own festival, I glanced back at my computer screen to make sure I was not dreaming. 

And that is when I read the event name again.  “2014 VegFest.” 

A festival of vegetables and not vaginas?

My shoulders slid into a destitute slump as the air left me in a dejected whoosh. 

Damn those organic farmers. They have all the fun.

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“You Ok?”

You affect me. 

Make no mistake about it.  You cause a chemical reaction in my body that is virtually impossible to ignore. 

When you touch me, my skin sparkles with electricity.  Your palm against my back, fingers tracing me softly, wrecks me in a way that no one else can. 

To hold back those urges takes an iron grip of determination I was not sure I had within me.  Not until that resolve was tested tonight.

Your hand against my leg, fingers tracing a distracting pattern against the inside of my knee made it hard to track the plot of a movie I’ve seen a hundred times.  Your fingers laced through mine warmed me like liquid honey. 

I knew the kiss was coming.  But still wasn’t prepared.  Your lips brushing mine in that familiar, hungry pattern and my resolve was rocked to the foundation.  I breathed in as I kissed you back, the sensual concert of touch, taste and scent turning my core to molten desire that was almost more than I could bear. 

You brought tears to my eyes.  A sudden rush of emotion so strong that my eyes leaked from the pure awesome power of it.

Did you feel it? Did you feel that wave of emotion?

Or did you just feel me pull away? Did you sense my uncertainty, my restraint as I forced my lips to cease their movements and retreat from the moist invitation of yours?

You noticed something.  Something about that moment made you pause and utter two words: 

“You ok?”

I’m fine.  I’m just fine.

I’m just swimming in tidal wave of physical desire and emotional vulnerability.  I’m just battling with myself to make the healthy choice, the one I know is right for me in this moment. 

Yes I have the strength to resist you.  But not without paying a hefty price. 

I sent you home tonight.  I sent you home without that devilish moment of delight when I lap up essence from your cock.  I returned you to your own bed instead of welcoming you into mine. 

I held my ground. In spite of absurd, painful temptation. 

I don’t know if you could see, feel or sense it. 

So I’m here to tell you that – without a doubt – you continue to entice me.

You affect me still.

 

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Now, now.

There are times when we all need a break. 

A break from someone, something, someplace.  A time to just sit in the silence, cry the tears, feel that moment when you are truly alone.  It doesn’t have to be depressing or dark.  Though often, it is.  It can be gratifying, rejuvenating.  The dormant period in nature is really just a time for gathering strength for the sudden burst of spring.  But try telling that to the tiny seed freezing its ass off in the soil.  The tiny seed who feels only the dark, cold earth around it and has no sense of what it means to be warmed in the sun.

I took a break from him.  The lone man who has touched both my body and my heart.  I took a break from him.  The other man, who claims my soul in a way no other has ever done.  I took a break from him.  The man who claimed me as his wife.  I took a break from the others.  The ones who filled the quiet with their electronic noise – my favorite little pacifier.  I took a break from the zipless fucks and their lusty texts.  I simply…logged off.

I have a tendency to retreat when I am struggling.  It is a kind of defense mechanism I guess.  I pull in, like a snail being poked by an inquisitive finger.  Deep into my shell I go, until I feel strong enough, centered enough to peek out and face the world again.  Right now, I just want to survive the next twenty-four hours.  If I do that often enough, I stand a chance I’ll make it through the week, the month, the summer, the year.  Somewhere along the way, the soil surrounding me will release its icy grip and wrap me in a warm blanket of sunshine.  And then we will see what kind of flower this seed will grow. 

I can’t think too far into the future.  I can’t anticipate the twists and turns.  I am too exhausted to try.  I am too busy trying to stay alive in the dirt to worry about what is happening above.  Will I go back? I don’t know and at this point, I don’t care to hazard guesses.  The future will take care of itself.  To quote a favorite movie, “We’re at now, now.”

 

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Son and Consort

A crisp lavender expanse of down and fluff.

Warmed by body heat and scented like my skin.

A 54×75 sanctuary where my two worlds dream.

Side by side in unwitting repose.

They will never meet here,

Merely know the feel of resting here with me.

I bear lone witness to this strange changing of the guard.

I am the treasure they share.

They each claim a place in my lilac-colored world.

The warm void between sheets the tender turf,

Where my intimacy runs free with Son and Consort.

I am the constant.

I am the Mother-Mistress.

I am the gravity that draws them here.

I am their common ground.

***

You climb into my bed in the wee hours of the morning.

Your warmth seeps into me as you snuggle close.

I can feel a sense of safety fill you as you settle in next to me.

I can feel the pull of my love,

like the gravity of the sun holding my universe together.

I stroke your hair and watch as you breathe deeper, relaxing into my touch.

Remembering many nights together.

The texture of your hair is coarser now.

Not the baby fine silk you had when you were three.

But the feel of it transports me back in time.

To every moment I rocked you to sleep in my arms or held you close to me.

You are my reason, my sanity, my tether to this world.

You are the reason I fight, I strive, I grow.

You are my heart and soul, the definition of my love.

You are my son.

***

I leave the door unlocked for you and climb between scented sheets.

My body tingling, anticipating your touch.

I try to sleep, knowing you are on your way to me.

But I think of your caress and abandon thoughts of rest.

My hands roam my body too hungry to wait for you.

I lose myself in the sea of my own desire.

You open the door and find me in passion’s throes.

A wolfish smile upon your face as your hand replaces mine.

I am shocked back to reality by your kiss.

And delivered to passion once again.

You are the one who stokes my fires, who drives me beyond my brink.

You are my balance, my motivation, my laughter, my release.

You are the visitor that drinks from the wellspring of my heart.

You are my lover.

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