A SEXUAL EXPLORATION PIECE BY CANDICE BUTCH
CANDICE Who are you to judge my womanly soul? The Goddess flames that burn in my memory aren't dark. Dare you call them dark! Here lies the Goddess truth of my body.
CANDICE The Goddess that cries, "Freedom!" Here is the Goddess truth of my womanly being You are my blossom, my flame. When we make love, it's like the sun is right outside the door.
HER BLOSSOM Then make love to me, right now.