Wild Child Resurrection

There dwells a feral creature in the womb of every woman.

A creature with fangs, claws, and unruly hair.

A creature with scarlet red blood carelessly dripping down her chin from the last kill.

A creature who howls at the moon, rolls naked in the mud, and fucks without abandon.

This beast has no place in Civilized Society. No.

She’d be labeled a threat and swiftly shunned.

Gasp! Too dangerous! Too wild! Too fierce!

Too free.

We muzzle and cage her and toss her to The Shadows.

Left to wither and be forgotten.

Left to drown in the suffocating waters of domestication.

We drain her of her life force and dress her up like a pretty little thing to be paraded around, going through the empty motions of another nice, Civilized Woman.

Nothing to see here! She’s sugar and spice and everything nice!

You may fool them, darling, but you can’t fool me. I smelled the sweet musky stench of your Inner Wild from miles away.

The one with a knowing twinkle in her eye who growls when no one’s watching.

Your galloping, soaring, leaping soul is not one that can be broken.

Hidden, absolutely.

But never broken.

You are an ember whose golden glow cannot be put out.

You are a living ode to All That Cannot Be Tamed.

Oh Wild One,

Have you forgotten your tongue that hangs out in ferocious euphoria?

Have you forgotten your pussy that drips, thrusts, and undulates in ravenous desire?

Have you forgotten your bare feet that stomp, pounce, and dance on the flesh of the earth?

Oh Wild One,

Hear the rhythmic thumping of the drum’s heartbeat and your hips will suddenly remember.

Taste your own sweat whose salt has known the ungovernable sea.

Dig your nails into the soil and anoint yourself as a Creature of the Wild.

Burst out of the tempting trance that shrieks, “But there are rules to follow! There are ladylike boxes to squeeze into! There are people to please and eyeballs to delight and men to tend to! Be a good little girl and abandon yourself for the comfort of others!”

Oh Wild One,

You’re far too big to shrink.

Let your arms extend up to the cosmos and your head fall back toward the earth.

Inhale. Exhale. Let out that ecstatic, holy roar.

There she is.

There you are.

Somewhere between slowing down enough to notice the mesmerizing serenade of the cicadas and the silver moonlight that kisses your bare breasts, you remembered what lives in you too.

It’s all for you.

It was always all for you.

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Nadine Hamilton is a certified Somatic Sexuality Coach and devoted Practitioner of somatic healing, embodied power, emotional alchemy, and earth-based spirituality, offering coaching and mentorship that guide soulful, driven women to unleash their wildest expression, expand their capacities for pleasure and intimacy, fall in love with their true erotic nature, and remember their own divinity.

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