Today I’m writing these words for you, woman. Because you are magic.
I dedicate these words to you.
My sister.
Fellow moon goddess.
Lover.
Beloved.
Priestess.
Mother.
Sage.
Wild woman.
Woman, you are magic.
Have you ever felt into how magical you are?
Into how you are, simply put, magic?
Woman, you are magic.
Your womb fills with the sacred nectar and elixir–the seed of life–and transmutes it into a living, breathing human being. With a heart and soul of its own.
Your yoni births and destroys.
Your body is literally created to birth, to cultivate and gestate, to destroy what no longer serves.
Your womb is an Alchemical cauldron.
Your yoni is the portal to divinity and intuition.
God and Goddess frolic between your legs.
There they merge and come together in a state of orgasmic bliss and enlightened ecstasy.
All of this between your warm, fleshy thighs.
Woman, you are magic.
Your yoni is open and soft like a lush, red rose. The petals adorned with fresh drops of sacred dew.
You are receptive and able to blossom and bloom from within and in between your legs.
Dripping wet. Lubricated. Juicy and ripe.
You are like a soft peach that’s been ripening in the humid summer sunlight for hours.
Ready to taken. Claimed. Opened. Fucked open deeper than life has ever taken you before.
Woman, you are magic.
I’m not sure if anyone has ever told you.
Probably not.
You were probably told when you were a little girl that you were the opposite of magic.
You were most likely told to stop being magic.
To be normal. To be like everyone else. To fit in.
I’m here to tell you though, that you are indeed magic.
To your very core.
Every cell of your body.
Every fiber of your being.
Every drop of your essence.
How can you not be magic, after all?
You exist.
You are you.
You have so much sensuality, erotic beauty and love to offer.
You are radiant with vitality and playful exuberance.
You are wild and crave deeply to run free.
Your magic calls you deep into the forest.
Your magic calls you deep into the caves and grottos.
It calls you into ritual and community.
Into sisterhood with other women who are magic.
Your magic invites you to come home.
Home to yourself.
Your magic invites you lie on mother Earth and breathe deeply into your womb and yoni.
Your magic calls to you in the middle of the night.
When the moon is full and ripe.
When the stars are speckled across the black abyss of night sky.
Your magic beckons for you to dance wildly, sensually, erotically around a fire with your sisters.
Drunk on damiana and chocolate elixirs.
Hand in hand.
Bleeding, laughing, crying, playing, dancing and praying together.
Your magic brings you to your knees for prayer and worship of the earth. Of the moon. Of your lover. Of yourself.
Your magic is the sensually seductive way you sway your hips as your lover watches you dance.
The way you pant through parted lips and claw at your own thighs, trailing your nails along your soft, wanting flesh.
The way your mouth relaxes as you moan and exhale deeply as you take your lover into your most sacred region.
As your yoni draws them in (or perhaps it’s your mouth).
Or the way you taste your lover in whatever way you crave.
Woman, you are magic.
Your magic enchants you into the woods where you mold clay and dirt between your delicate fingers.
It calls you into the sea as you taste the salty water splashing against your lips.
It invites you to practice spells and to make potions and recite incantations into the night.
Your magic is the fertility that flows through your womb and yoni, letting you create from your heart and soul.
Your magic is the desire that flows through your hips and causes you to undulate in waves of pleasure and erotic ecstasy.
Woman, you are magic.
Feel into it.
Breathe into it.
Circle your hips.
Lick your lips.
Laugh.
Dance.
Cry.
Pray.
Orgasm.
Scream.
Howl.
Your magic is in all of it.
When you feel alone, lost or afraid of your own magic, just remember this: you are and will always be MAGIC.
When you forget your magic, simply close your eyes and feel deep into who you are and remember this, woman.
You are magic.
P.S. If you feel called to dive deeper into your magic, let’s chat intimately. I’m looking for a few devoted women who are ready to own their sensual, erotic nature and magic fully. To come home to it all and heal through their sensuality and sexuality. Apply for a complimentary 45-minute Erotic Woman Consultation with me to see if working and playing together is a good fit. Let’s see if we have chemistry. Apply for a call with me here, lover. Coaching with me is on sale this summer so get in on it while it’s hot!