Our horny genes are designed for sex lust and diversity

In 1964 at the age of twenty-one
I feared my lust would bring me undone.
And when my salacious sexuality
Threatened to undermine my sense and sensibility
I decided it was best not to tarry,
And hastily agreed to marry.
'Forsaking all others’ I stoically pledged to uphold.
But alas! most of the time I felt lonely, empty, and cold.
It was no bed of roses for me.
More like being in a leaky boat at sea.
Because in and out
those dreary ‘death do us part’ years
Bits of me died floating seaward in a river of endless tears.
But I knew I was more,so much more.
Thankfully one magical day when I dived to the bottom of the ocean floor,
I met Namaka the Goddess of the sea
And low and behold ! She was safe guarding the tearstained pieces of me
Then beneath the mighty ocean, and the endless sky
Namaka shared her Goddess wisdom from times gone by.

‘Dear one never let your rebellious spirit be crushed by age, fear, religion, myth or propriety.
And always always!hold dearly your lascivious lust, and salacious sexuality.
Because it’s your birthright, and the juice that feeds your soul,
Sustains your spirit and keeps you whole.
Remember you have the power to choose your own fate
Therefore your destiny is yours to create.
So go forth; spread your wings; fly gloriously free,
Because freedom is the liberty to simply be’ 6
Well I thanked Namaka for setting me back on track
I for one ain’t ever going back
Besides her ancient wisdom inspired me
to revere my vagina as a temple of sexual energy
A sacred place of infinite power and sensual pleasure.
An anchor to the natural world of bountiful treasure.
So it’s to Namaka I dedicate this Vagina verse
About my atlluring versatile velvet purse
Owka, my cunt, my pussy my twat,my Yoni or my sacred place,
And a secret smile lights my face
When I call my vagina 'The Heart of my Flower,'
Because that's where I store my pussy power
My ‘Pussy is my 'Fountain of Youth'; my life force,
And my secret energy source,
Because it’s from her silky depth that my sensual rivers flow
Filling me with a warm soft glow
That ignites my primal urges
And voila! The regal lioness emerges
with a God Almighty Roar
Because I am a Sacred Whore!
And the truth is my carnal core cannot be tamed.
Nor can my insatiable randy hunger be constrained
By the draconian rules of propriety
monotonously preaching that monogamy is the normality.
This mistaken belief
dictating that sexual relief
Should be with just one lover
is a myth I would like to smother
With the scientific fact that our D.N.A. is hard wired for promiscuity,
And our horny genes are designed for sex, lust, and diversity.
Believe it or not; monogamy is not our biological norm,
Because looking back through the centuries to sex at dawn,
There is irrefutable scientific proof,
That each link of the evolutionary chain connects us to the horny descendants of our ancestral promiscuous roots.
And Biologically the ‘Hearts of our Flowers’ are engineered to enjoy a smorgasbord of stiff erections.
Even without mind, body, and soul connections.
However, this I need to warn.
My yoni is not a safe port in a storm
For Percy, or night crawler, or prick
Nor for Willy or Winky or Dick
Because before I indulge in lascivious lust
There must be honesty, integrity, respect, chemistry, and trust
But as for monogamy I care diddly squat!
I simply love to feel cock buried deep in my twat
However, the mistaken belief that John Thomas
has a monopoly on orgasmic satisfaction
Negates the ingenuity
of my cunt’s versatility
Because my pussy’s pearly lips
Also crave a titillating tongue lick.
And besides you just may hear soft murmuring sighs
When my fingers sneaky snake to the hidden valley between my thighs
And when those crescendo of sighs become moans of ecstatic joy
That’s when I reach for my favourite toy.
Introducing! ‘James Bond!
My super-duper electric massage wand.
O M G! it’s a truly mind-blowing treat.
Sending orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm way down to my feet.
Then often without me even knowing
Suddenly whoosh! my rivers of passion start flowing,
And if my nipples are sucked for good measure.
My tingling, twitching, twat explodes with pulsating pleasure.
Then on gossamer wings I soar
Flying to the heavens above once more
Lastly this advice from an incorrigible, but wise crone.
I recommend buying a ‘007’ of your own
Yes I know it’s immense
But it’s the ultimate orgasmic experience for the heart of your flower.
Hour, after hour, after hour, after fucking hour.
Long live pussy Power!