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Reflections: by My Good Friend Upon looking in the mirror I see a: Woman whose body has matured to womanhood, motherhood, and prepares to greet the Crone in father times own good time. A child who has grown up, and is exploring the gifts bestowed upon the figure she is given to work with. A feminine creature, who has a body which is uniquely its own. Unlike any other. A naked creature with nothing to hide behind. Skin pale as the moon but not without flaws like a heart broken or torn too many times, marks remain to show the path she has walked in the past. A soul which has been searching so hard and long it has left its self hollow like the mighty Grand Canyon which has been carved by its own keeper water. The search has been my keeper. Eyes the color of ancient jade, soft in color but with many sides. A mouth soft, yet childlike for it is very small with lips a soft reddish peach. Passionate at times as well as tense with anticipation of the future and the temper of a mother, and teacher. A throat, pale, but muscled. Vunerable to such a point she protects her own voice there and hides her being in this special place often speaking as another creating a mask to cover this place which she holds all her dreams in. Mostly unspoken but a few whispered. A place from which feeds off of her heart and sings when she is truly free, and content with herself, and all others within her life. Shoulders which have carried the weight of others for so many yrs. Now softly bowed from that very weight but not broken. Sensual in the right dress, yet too firm and straight to be truly feminine. Breasts... Soft, round, marked softly by stretch marks on the sides from feeding another life. Giving from her own flesh and blood to nurture a small one in need, giving of her breast to a man whom would taste and suckle as well if she pleases Him. Cupping them they are warm, but not firm. Like a mother from a wiry teenager changed but perhaps for the better. Nipples dark mauve, with matching aureola. A drop of cream leaves its tip a essence of the soul and being which feeds and gave life to that drop. A torso, and ribs softly protruding, showing the figure of a woman in her peak of life. Softly muscled yet soft as a Man would desire. Skin pale and glowing.. smooth, and supple. A stomach and belly button. A hand stops here. Knowing from here all life comes, softly rounded even with exercise knowing life and desires both come from this place that which makes her female. Her essence, inner strength, and sexuality. Pale stretch marks again mark the path of motherhood and life giving from her belly button down to her clit, marking the trail a lover would take with His hands and lips. Lower my eyes travel. Finding my shaven place of passion. Soft red lips of my labia are exposed showing where I feel all my heat and need. It is moist, warm, and always in need of touch. A place of sexuality, birth, magick, and betrayal by others of her past. Legs long, pale skin, muscled yet soft. Searching, for one to chain them yet free them to run free forever. Hips smooth, but with a soft love handle on each. Hips which are to be touched, controlled, caressed. By a lovers hand be it female or male. Looking she understands she is woman, feminine, sexual, and desirable.. Shyly she acknowledges this part of her. And touches herself, knowing where the passionate points are, the painful points, the erotic points, then trails off just staring into the mirror seeing the form but wondering what fills it. A soul? Yes. A spirit? Yes. A essence? Yes. What makes up that essence is still growing like a newborn. Remembering the past all too frequently, feeling the haunting nightmares which sometimes become daymares. The essence within softly shines behind a mask, a armor placed there in retreat of what has been done. Peeking around edges, wishing to be rid of the weight of the past yet leery of just that. Knowing what the weight feels like it is similar to a old friend. Knowing to allow it to be taken gently from her will leave all of her totally exposed to the one who would love her, care for her, and capture her soul with His. Another day: Today is a different day for me, inside and out. As is each day of life in and of itself. I see a child who has never learned to play who peeks from behind the mask of a grown woman. I see age beyond her human years which as marked her forever as its passage in her life. One who at a whim can summon the spirits of day and night but with wisdom does not. Knowing full well for every action there is a equal and opposite reaction. A teas and , flirt who sometimes is not comfortable with these sides just yet, so hides them except for rare times in private does she allow them to truly play. I see one who has learned a underlying patience even thought often she may not well show it. I see one who is learning to trust and have faith in herself for the first time in her life, and expand on that concept no matter the consequences. I see deep inside a quite pool waiting for someone to share that place and time with. I see a creature who is soft, sensual, passionate and animalistic at times this is the part I know Men desire and wish to control.. To own. I see a woman who has learned the flexibility of the willow without entirely loosing herself to the needs of others. Remembering who she was before she had to bend and having the wisdom, and knowledge to know when to bend to make things smoother, easier and calmer for all involved. In this she is strong, yet feminine. I see one who respects all but does so limitedly until other deeper respect and understanding is learned and earned by others.. I see a woman who understands her masculine side but prefers to keep it hidden locked in a corner so to speak preferring her softer side of womanhood. I see a woman who is beginning to understand her womanhood in totality, its sexuality, sensuality, essence, limits, and expansions of a woman who is now not then or tomorrow but in the present. I see a body, a soul, a woman, with imperfections caused by pain, life, lies, theft, experiences, growth, and death. One who has many patches and pieces of armor still in place but there are holes in that armor now as it is slowly loosening. Continuance: Today I stand then kneel gracefully legs spread shivering, for I see a woman who is all woman, a essence of spirit, a totally sexual creature. What am I am "I" inside I ask. A woman for sure, one who is growing, expanding, allowing Master to explore her and in doing so denying nothing to Him giving everything to Him yet keeping herself whole. I see a spark inside which has grown from a small thing to a heated passion and fire. Filling all the colors of the rainbow.. Looking at myself I feel lust and blushed deeply for that is a new sensation something I would never have thought was possible. I see someone I can love and do love without question or reservation even though there are parts I still don't like. I see someone who can be compassionate yet harsh in the same moment, and someone who is faithful yet yielding when necessary to provide growth for both partners in Master and Iife's relationship. Knows she is someone who others desire, and hunger for but few respect for they can't and won't ever understand HER… Is content in who she is and happy to be alive and sharing her life with Master.. Is prepared to try anything within safety and respect limits.. Continuation: Standing, I see a pillar, pale as the moon, strong, supple, yet yielding to all of her whims and her beloved Masters. Kneeling I see a woman, soft, supple, creative, yearning, submissive, hungry to please, and serve in all ways her beloved. Laying I see a creature of the earth, open, fertile, mother, and source of all powers, and sexuality. I am a creature not and yet I am, human, spirit, soul, and source of desire from others and from within myself. Hunger, need, and desire all woven into one. I see demureness, sensuality, sexuality, fertility, animalistic qualities, strength, pride, awareness, and many other things beyond that words just do not apply to.
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