the feminine

The feminine will set you free.
This is for my wild ones.
And filled with rage. Not to be fooled by the soft touch or gentle embrace. It’s fiery and hot, boiling and ravaging.
I’ll roar wildly and free, it’s animalistic and innate. I refuse to meet your standards and engage in your mockery. Fuck your societal norms and cultured finger-pointing edges. So rigid and contracting. Released from the trigger of feeling. Come in close and I’ll show teeth, come in closer and I will bite. No longer interested in politeness or meek no’s for your comforts and pleasures. I’ll not be pinned to conform for another.
I’ll come undone until there’s everything and nothing left of me.
I’ll come undone.
This is for the wild ones