Please stop having matrix sex.
Back and forth back and forth.
Magic within a leash.
Please stop using her body as a vessel and please stop using his as friction to feel.
This. This is a co-creation.
Animals given the opportunity to un-cage, find refuge in bondage.
Hearts meeting, melting, merging- an endless vortex into that of whatever you please.
Find your depth.
We are separate, as a society.
Please end that when your magic wand enters her globe.
Scream when you want to scream.
Bite when you want to bite.
Roar when you want to roar.
Primal pleasure from internal peace.
Allow your rage to surface.
Allow your fear to fly free.
Sex as a tool to release your most wild essence of truth.
See yourself in his eyes.
Give him your ancient aptitude
and please – worship the divine in every millisecond to the beyond.
This. This is your chance to ground in a vision of who you can be.
Who you know you already are.
The moment your mind wanders, and all you hear is the bed grinding its headboard, shallow breathing…
let the numbness you’ve been repressing surface as frustration and give him your panther Kali priestess of fire and light.
No longer can they tell you who to be.
Here, you let yourself emerge.
Please stop having matrix sex
and then maybe…
maybe you will find your way out of the matrix world.