Floorplay

The Floorplay Revolution 

Poem written by Jessie Blade.

Our journey begins through The Portal of Delectable Disillusion,

A doorway draped in sparkles, showering and devouring our thickly armoured delusion.

The sparkles, if you’re wondering, are a collection of the glimmer in the eyes, 

Of our friends who watch us strut on in and set their heart alight.

The glistens from their wet lipped kisses and doe-eyed dreamy stares,

Loved up enough to melt away our “but I’m not sexy” fears.

Warm enough to undress us to just the bare potency of our souls,

To thaw our grip on “I’m not that bitch”, and to soften our control.

And through this grace way of loving looks, where every breath is a charge,

We’re enveloped in an energetic forcefield, emanating from the most generous of hearts.

The glorious Georgia Harrison, her voice a resounding resonance, 

Waves upon which we dance to the truth of our queenly eminence.

Sister love nourished and flourished in just one sacred, moonlit hour.

A blissed and blessed, hot fucking mess, sharing of sweat and breath and power,

We become a surge of connection; between heart, pussy, soul and living,

Within which we play and unleash all of our unique servings, gifts and givings.

Chest-tugging, figure-hugging, movements morphing into a force of reckoning,

Throbbing bodies, pulsing hotties, becoming an elemental beckoning.

Come on in, see the steam off our skin, fogging up our bodies of shimmering glass,

In which we can see our own selves reflected; in each shining, shaking ass.

It’s an energetic embrace of our deepest, and most primal desires,

To be pulled together by threads of friendship and emblazoned by our shared fires.

Tits could be out, but that’s not all it’s about, it’s about remembering we’re stronger when restoring.

And soothing the sisterhood wounds, by ravishing, radiating and adoring. 

So as you all spin around, you can’t help but feel proud because you know as they fuck it up so do you,

Undoing the illusion of separation, and slipping into the comfort of your connected truth.

And then, you’re coming home, with burning bones, and sensations that spill out onto your bedroom floor,

Familiar feelings that you just know, have been felt by rising women before.

This understanding is the essence of the portal, the crescendo of your evolution,

For you have just seen what it means, for women to unite in the sexiest, Floorplay Revolution.