I Was Not Born Out of Man’s Rib

i am not Eve

i was not born out of man’s rib

i own my body like you own your secrets

my nudity is my humanity

i worship the goddess Earth

i bow to the trees

baptize myself in my own name

the were is no water holier than the sea

i let you be


Thank you for reading my work!

If you want my book, it’s available here https://wildwomanwriting.blog/book or see below:

Floral Moans by Kristina Taylor

Floral Moans is an erotic collection of poems expressed in powerful, sensual and intimate purrings of the soul celebrating female sexuality in love and lamentations for the goddess within and her lover(s).



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