The feminine is
the Goddess,
the hidden,
the mysterious.
It is the soft,
the curvy,
the simmering heat
that slowly brings
blood to boil.
The liquid sensuality that
awakens
the animal in me.
It is the Earth,
the fecund mother of all things,
the wet, musky soil,
the exquisite receiver.
The masculine is active,
sometimes aggressive.
But the feminine is
the ****** stillness.
Its moss-laden door lies waiting
for the right moment
to open up to thunder
and rain.
Lao Tze said that
The softest in the world
will conquer the hardest.
So true!
I am grateful
even in my defeat.