Maniacally Magnificent and Mine

The vaginas purpose is not solely nor mainly connection, but creation in my opinion. In reference to the pleasure naturally created by the vagina, of course there is a strong correlation and presence of satisfaction! We all produce best when pleased and creating naturally elicits a sense of gratification.

As I grew I realized I did not need to connect physically to receive, interpret, or communicate energy. That realization grew me assuring that I accepted and nurtured my specific sensuality without negative associations or pressures. This facilitated the recognition of my vaginas creative connection with my soul.

My vagina is a part of me. She is very much conscious and aware. She exists outside of my desires and discomforts. She has divine purpose created with meticulous intentions. She is a portal and her partner is a dimensional incubator even I truly don't understand. I listen to my womb with my essence, it speaks of ancient recall that supports my much needed existence.

I find it weird and uncomfortable at times that others desire to enter me. Naturally, my first reaction is to guard, clinch, and repel. Expel. Likened to one attempting to poke a finger up your nostril. I don't know where the association came from that a vagina must be entered and accept entrance when clearly it functions more as an exit.

It is offensive and disrespectful when others hold convictions that they are warranted entrance based solely on their desires of me. I suppose it is not known I too must consult and coincide before benefiting of my vaginas purpose. She does not always approve of my actions and has a very parched way to express discontent with chafing results.

I respect my vagina. That in which I bestow permissions to must honor her. The experience alone warrants gratitude. The exclusivity suggests eliteness. Witnessing pleasure through my specific perceptions, cosmically divine exquisiteness. Grandiose, you think? Cute, made me chuckle. Your denial reflects weakness.

Energetic exchange beyond the comprehension of your parasympathetic brain. Excitement so ancient your modern world has yet to capture yet steadily chases. Focus requiring the presence of your entire existence all for a simple entrance. The portal that promises and delivers out of this world expedition. So much power makes all envy a simple pure girl.

Importance is known as recognitions alluded. Even still my vaginas magnanimity cannot be diluted. Attempts at polluting with overindulgence are all cleansed and de-rooted. These borders won't receive any more than the desired recruitments. Even still, human existence evolves around again provided my innards are rebooted with the monthly update. Ok ok, yes yes... I digress only to protest.

Please, masculine world, ease up off my labial set!!!