You are
With me always
The hum deep in my body
The pulse in my sweet cunt

Woman
Me
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Her body
Born of passion

Her soul
Whispered creation

I am any woman. I am every woman. I am the here and now. I am breath and flesh and heat and skin, curves, softness, pulsating wetness. I am the body he needs to feel again.

I am any woman. I am every woman. I am the vessel he desires. I am craving, I am want. I am alive, I am connected, universal and unique.

I am any woman. I am every woman. I am momentary, temporary, I am forever and a day. I am complexity, simplicity, sensual and animal.

I am any woman. I am every woman. I am my own woman. I am free.

We are bound together, the women of my tree and me, bound by blood and time and history. Bound by the sacrifices, the struggles, the pleasures, the moments of love and hate and lust and longing, which have made up our everyday lives.

I like to think of them around me, surrounding me, looking down on me – on us – looking down on the lives of the women of their blood.

So many have been lost, their names and connections long forgotten, their histories slowly erased from family tales overtaken by the narratives of their men. The only traces left behind are the women of this time and place, both a world away from their own.

While it pains me that I do not know them, will never know of them, I take comfort from having them within me.

Their lives have led me to this time, this body, this woman I am today.