Reading Time: 4 minutes My thighs, they tell a story. A long story, yet short in some scenes. They tell a story of curiosity, of growth, change, laughter, tears, blood, sweat, unity, oneness, the fruit, life- the fruit of life. I remember the first time they saw blood and the second time and the first time, and the second time- a cycle they came to embrace. They are dark, burnt by the blessing of the sun, they stand majestically like the queen, tender from the love of the mother, and sharing in the goddess of the earth. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Making love, giving life, knowledge of God. Tonight I puff a few and right before I sail to the land of the living, I will touch the goddess, pay some homage to her. She is my queen, her pleasure is my purpose. In rapid movements, my hips will swing…

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