poetry

Being a Sensual Mother

Being a Sensual Mother. 

Being Sensual. 

Being a Mother. 


Remembering that I'm a womxn first and through being sensual and sexual, I became a Mother. 


There’s room for both. That is how I got this role. I wonder why it’s taken me so long to accept that I can be my full sensual, overly sexual self while being a mother. 


That instead of protecting my daughter by hiding these sacred parts of myself and of life, that I am again perpetuating the cycle of feeling shame and carrying guilt for even wanting and better yet, deserving Pleasure. It has taken me 30 years to own my full body, my full senses, my space on this earth and to find a place where I can feel sensual and safe at the same time. It is my responsibility to cut that time for her, and the generations to come. 

This body is temporary and it is truly a gift to be able to share it with someone (or self) in divine ritual practice. Sex is two souls praying through touch -Psalm Isadora. There is no room for shame. But because of our history, how sex has been misused and the feminine energy abused we have forgotten. It is prayer and we become the altar. There is no better feeling than to be worshiped and praised in your divine state, and to allow yourself to reach orgasm as all becomes One, even if it is for just an instant. 


A woman that owns her sensuality, owns her Power. She can walk into the room and be in total control of herself, you can feel her magnitude from distance away. She is gentle, yet firm. She possesses all of her answers, she does not need anything outside of her to validate her. She remembers who is Goddess. She loves purely, and knows her worth and is strong enough to walk away when something is no longer serving her. She will change your life, and herself over and over again. 


That is the type of women I love being surrounded by, so I begin with myself. We must embrace our full selves, must feel comfortable and own our rich ecstasy pleasure. Teaching ourselves that this is my birthright and we are allowed to tap into it whenever and remember the power we have inside. That orgasmic energy literally changes your entire being and the whole Universe. 


So today, I invite you to give yourself permission to your own pleasure. Whatever that looks like for you right now. Acknowledging also there might be layers to unpack. Embrace your sensuality, sit with any guilt and shame and allow yourself to forgive any past experience, any old program, your mother, your lover, yourself for taking you so long for this moment. 

Let’s liberate themselves from the disconnection of our own body. Let’s create a world that sexuality is normal and celebrated. 


Also, if you are in the Dallas/Fort Worth area, I’ll be co-creating a space where we dive deeper into what this means, Calling Yourself Back Home. Next Month; Date and Details coming soon 

For now sending so much

Pleasure your way, 

Jenny


Could I have waited?

Could I have waited for you?

For a thousand years 

I just needed to know what I was waiting for 

And that you were waiting too 

I would have waited 

I would have held you 

I would have nurtured, tended to, planted, cared for

Loved in between all the messes 

I would have brought my own mop 

And swept all your entanglements 

I would have showered you with unconditional love 

Knowing that yours could have been conditioned 

And always in your favor 

I would have found and gently caressed the deepest of your wounds

I would have given my breath for you to give life to the new you 

I would have listened to your truth as it stabs through my heart 

Like a sharp knife dives so easily through butter 

I would have poured and poured my love onto you to show you 

that nothing could change my heart 

I would have gladly lost my Self 

In sake of your well-being 

But not for your ego 

not for your Manliness 

Not for your elevation and status 

I would have stayed 

I would have waited like a child awaits the return of their parent

Filled with a love so pure that wraps your entire being in what feels like GOD 

But had I waited 

I wouldn’t have anything left 

There would be no me 

The ashes of my remainder would 

Serve your as a reminder that 

My love for you is True 


I would have gladly waited 

had you just said the word