Spiritual Kink

Baring it all before the mirror, as dawn softly puckered my skin, I was able to see myself clearly for the first time. And for the first time, I began to fall in love with myself. For the first time, I was more than enough. This is the story behind #MorningCoffee. These are the roots the Beast Goddess has blossomed from.

Like a Phoenix, I rose up from the ashes of the past life I had burnt to the ground. My wings stretched wider and beat stronger than ever before. Subconsciously, I grew to associate my newfound confidence and rebirth with a spiritual level of BDSM.

Welcome to the world of #MorningCoffee. Welcome to Spiritual Kink.

let’s make some magic together

my heart hangs on a

string, swings gently in

the summer breeze

like laundry, basking

in the sun

left out to dry

but unlike fresh linen

swaying between

pins on a clothesline

i feel my heart

wilt under the weight

of heat, the kind that

you'll only find in the

barren womb of the

desert, painting mirages

reflected in the eyes of

weary travelers

x

© The Beast Goddess

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