(A work in progress–please feel free to add your own suggestions down below)
Introduction to Freya
Let me introduce you to my goddess.
Freya is an experience. You feel Her in your heart and in your loins, in the beat of your blood in your veins and the butterflies in your stomach. She can not be “logicked” or reasoned through. (If you’re very lucky, all she will do is smirk at you if you try.) Freya must be felt. If you don’t want to feel, or don’t know how, Her lessons may be painful.
Freya is…. anticipation, sweat, lust, and longing.
Freya is… a sweet, slow lay on a humid summer night.
Freya is… unconditional acceptance and love.
Freya is… transcendental bliss and contentment.
Freya is… butterfly kisses along your jaw and sweet nothings whispered in your ear.
Freya is… a touch that ignites what was long dead.
Freya is…. the uncontrolled passion that sweetly burns up everything you hold dear, yet you can”t bear it to stop.
Freya is… the soul-shattering despair that break your heart.
Freya is… the golden joy that weaves you back together afterwards.
Freya is… fertility of heart, mind, and spirit.
Freya is… the inspiration that always hits at the worst times, but can’t be ignored.
Freya is… a firm hand on your leash and a soft caress behind the whip.
Freya is…. mischief and war when she’s bored.
Freya is… a racing pulse before the ecstasy of the release.
Freya is…. experiencing the underlying beauty of the entire world…including yourself.
Freya is… a slow dance with the one you love.
Freya is…. an erotic striptease from the one you’ve just met.
Freya is…. a bowl of dark chocolate mousse with caramel drizzle and whipped cream on top.
Freya is…. the nectar of over-ripe peaches running down your chin.
Freya is… a cat’s contented stretch and lazy rumble purr.
Freya is… a thousand lessons a book will never teach you.
Freya is… that feeling of being helpless to stop your heart from doing whatever insane thing it wants you to do next.
Freya is… drowning in the experience and being perfectly happy (or completely terrified) to do so.
And on and on. She is as endless as a midsummer twilight and as generous as the flashing sea. What can’t She do or be?