Home from a night of dancing in the hot steamy sultryness that is Costa Rica's club vibe, bodies grinding, music bumping, lights altering reality enough to lose the mind's normal state of attachment to thought and I am liberated. Just two hours of pulsing hips and swirling sensuality and I feel alive again, like myself again, like a queen again. The remembrance of my power as a woman comes alive somehow on the dance floor with men half my age pushing their hips against mine in recognition of the power held within a woman. Their hands wandering my body lustfully, but somehow also lovingly appreciating the sensuality I embody when I move.
And because I trust myself, and know myself and my boundaries, I can enjoy and relish in this passionate exchange that and only tap into and feel the appreciation of man for woman, woman for man. Because I am clear with my intentions, it is safe for me to play, express and enjoy the dance for just a dance. Yum I say to this blissful exchange. Yum I say to the way I feel invigorated, alive, reminded of my essence as a woman with a man's hands feeling the curves and soft places around my waist and hips as we move together as one, finding joy and sweetness together.
And as inviting and intoxicating as are the men, so too are the women here who also feel and own their sensual yumminess dancing together, grinding ass to yoni and yoni to ass with a grab of a hip or a soft smile with knowingness spreading between us as women of the enticement that we are even to ourselves and each other.
Yum... wild woman divine essence of sensuality and bliss. I welcome you home to me again!
