Priestess of Aphrodite

I've been here before, I thought; in another lifetime.  This all feels so familiar to me, part of my soul almost.  I've done all this before.  Many times in this life the moment comes, like a little electric shock, that tells me in sibilant tones... yesss... you know.  You know this.

We lay silent on the floor, comfortable, all of us women, acolytes; in complete trust.  Blindfolded so we wouldn't know what was coming next.  Listening to the bare feet of the initiates and the rustle of their clothes as they moved about us, teaching us to trust our senses.  What was this on the lips?  Chocolate, lemon?  Fur?  Leather?  Hot, cold?  Giggles as the women were surprised and delighted; squeals as something unexpected occurred (oh, that WAS lemon!).  Suddenly I was struck with the realization- I have been here before, listening to the initiates walk around me, only it was a temple then, yes, a sacred Temple of the Goddess.

The stage lights were on, and the music began.  I wore flowing silks of red and peach about my hips, red velvet about my breasts, tassels and glitter shining like magic.  A basket of roses on my head.  I walked slowly, gently, deliberately in swaying grace onto the short stage.  It seemed so impersonal, and here I was trying to begin the evening's performances with a blessing.  I set the basket on the stage, and began to dance with the veil from about my hips.  Suddenly the stage lights malfunctioned and cut out.  I did not even break my stride, but leaped off the stage into the grass with my veil, dancing within the circle of tiki torches, feeling alive and natural in the fire light- yessss... this is where I am meant to dance.  So close to the people watching, seated on blankets in the grass.  At the end of the song I picked up the basket and threw petals to the people, watching the children squeal and try to catch them.  I have been here before.

Catching someone's eye, and in doing so, turning up my inner fire so the other may feel it... watching that person respond, viscerally... yessss...

Standing naked and feeling the simple sensuality of my long hair caressing my back...

Feeling intense pleasure having a tattoo done on my back, feeling kundalini rise as the needle raked my lower spine...

Walking into a club feeling the Goddess thrumming in my heart, seducing the world with my walk and my dance, knowing that this is all in joy and in pleasure, and not at all for any mal intent.  All acts of love and pleasure are my ritual.

Feeling the touch of the Goddess when I dance, feeling her come through me, touching those who watch, seeing their eyes shine to wit her lustrous being come through.  We are all expressions of love.  My heart glows, I claim this, claim this Priestesshood.  It has been a year since I shook my wings free and I am soaring.