November 13, 1996 _ Over TheEdge | | 7 . ,

JOURNEYS

Golden oranges reds and

purples. Strong

Bright and Clear.

She has black wringlety curls and
She does not wear Bluejeans,

She says Sheesey not Cheesey
and

she holds my hand in the dark.

I felt her pulse inside her vagina through

her vaginal walls the other night. It

Beat and Throbbed and we wondered if it was
her G-spot

and we wondered if such a thing

really exists

because wasn’t it a Man who

found it and “discovered” it and named it after
Himself ?

She kisses me like she Is. She kisses me like her fing¢

Are.

Forthright. Blunt. Clear. Round

but firm.

fully concious and aware fully There

HERE (her).

She smells of Dewberry she wears it all the time it is from

the Body Shop. .

She takes good care of herself: we use the same toothpaste
and herbal shampoo.

she drinks tea and also likes

stews, rice, lentils, couscous, cauliflower.

She is addicted to cheese scones -like me-

which have lost their appeal their flavour.

Her eyes are big wide full
They are Brown
Rich and Warm (sheltering(?)) they Shine. She glows
Me.
I forgot that when she looks into mine
she does not see those same eyes looking back...
my eyes are Blue and they
change
with what I wear. I love when she wears Blue like tod
light
bright, almost-turquoise blue.
A $7 sweater. It suits her. She shines.

I like to hold her hand or

hook her arm and

feel her close to me.

I like to be held by her and stroke

her curves and trace

her jawline with the tips of my fingers.

Her body I trace with the palm of my hand.
Real contact, she fits so perfectly into my palms.
I love when she touches

my breast holds my

breast kisses my

AARON QRH

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nipple strokes my cunt my vulva plays with

my hair kisses me loves me

I like to kiss her arms and laugh

and talk and talk

Johan asks her amazed

“but what do you talk about all the time?!”

and she answers Everything
EVERYTHING!

And I love the way she walks the way her

black skirt hangs from her

hips the way her

waist is so small and her thighs so large.

I love the way she dyes her hair red.

I love that she paints and has painted once
for me.

She gave me this book and in it

I will write the Journeys of my heart

my soul and my insides turning outwards
slowly warming in the sun.

She gave it to me to record my Shamanic

journeys but I don’t care and I don’t like

to write them down I want to record her
this moment
I want...

I want to burn a candle
and sit with her in darkness and make her
tea like the other night when she came
it was so cold. She was lost I
went out looking for her and could not find her so
I went home and heated the water and gave her tea and
warmed her cheeks when she came in...
with kisses...

kissing her is an honest process

it is impossible to fade or tune out her

lips her forceful blunt kisses

pushing my mouth open her tongue

tracing my lips my teeth memorising my Pieces

that speak the words that unleash the voice and silently
Bridge the Gap of our existences.

I cannot express my feelings for her I can
taste her in my mouth full and round
I am bleeding perhaps this is why the floods
of emotion
wrack my being.
And what is orgasm but a sign an indication
and God is simply looking at her is
Pleasure enough. this Womyn
isinsideofme
my blood my bones
and this has all been said before a thousand times
written
But this Womyn is teaching me to love mySelf and
LordGodess
I am Happy.