"I sing the body electric." In celebration of the female orgasm!
This is the female form,
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it.
Walt Whitman
I share Whitmans love of the female form. I am entranced and tormented by it, in the very best of ways.
But then a strange observation gives me pause.
I gaze out across a sea of women in Orange County and I can tell that some of them, far too many of them, are ignored by the men closest to them.
These women should be celebrated and filled with a man-sized passion every night, wet, wild, musky and senseless with , exploding in crescendos of that sweetest pleasure.
But no.
No, they go without.
And worse still, they become accustomed to going without that greatest pleasure, fashioned for them by aeons of evolution. All of that time, wasted.
They learn to live without it. And some of them, God help them, tell themselves that they dont deserve better.
If you are out there this moment, reading these words, I tell you woman, that is false! You deserve that highest, greatest physical pleasure this life can afford.
And if your man wont create the time and space, (for both time and space are vital requirements,) for that pleasure to occur, then I will.
I mean it. Demand your birth-right and if hes too lazy or stupid, or simply lacks the capability to accommodate you, then reach out to me. I have both the space and the time. And the eagerness to show you what is possible.
But I cannot make you believe that you deserve it. Either you believe it, or you dont.