The Body You Worship

This body of mine. Oh, this body of mine. She holds stories.
So many stories to be told that this body of mine holds.

Can you hear them? Can you hear the pitter patter of my perfect soles with each step I take towards you? Do you know how many fires I’ve walked through? All the weight these beautifully pedicured feet have helped me carry. All the mountains I’ve climbed, the dirt roads I’ve walked that I thought were endless, the pain I’ve endured, the strength in my arches…. These are the feet you worship

Are you watching? Watching closely how my wide hips move so swiftly to the rhythm. The rhythm of your heart racing as you witness how easy these hips of mine whine and roll. Deep breath now, inhale sway left, exhale sway right. Steady now. Keep your focus here…these are the hips you worship

Can you feel that? Can you feel the warmth rush to your solar plexus as I spin around and reveal my power. The power I hold in these glutes. The bounce as I walk, the ripples on impact that then causes that warmth to ripple down to your root. It hardens at the sight of something so soft, and so juicy. Pick up your jaw, and wipe the drool off your mouth, prepare my seat for me…..this is the ass you worship

Do you smell that? Do you smell the aroma as I lift my arm and it flows to you. Come closer. The warm and spicy hints of vanilla infusion from my Burberry perfume mixed with the natural scent of my smooth sweaty pits. The scent flows through your nasal passage ways, wraps around your brain, and anchors into your olfactory system. I live there now….these are the pits you worship

Can you see them? Can you see the scars? Can you see the skin that has stretched as my body and my soul was expanding beyond this world and into the next universe? My body stretched to gather the stars of creation to bring it back down here and display my divinity. The only way you can have such an ethereal experience is through your admiration.

This, my subby…

This is the body you worship.