Monday, August 3, 2009
A past lover, and one I will hold as a gift for the remainder of my days, once said to me that a woman, every woman, has not one, but two cherries. The one she gives up, as is the expectation. The other? Some aren't even aware of it, but those that are, take every breath, with a longing to expose it, to be taken to core, to be rooted to the absolute essence of her womanhood.
This passage comes from, S. Farrel, a woman with music and poetry in her soul.
I understand completely.