A Precious Pearl

A pearl does not rush its becoming.

It ripens in the dark,

layer after secret layer,

desire pressing itself into brilliance.

Patience, here, is not restraint —

It is foreplay with destiny.

Its luster is like an orgasm of the soul —

waves of pleasure colliding with purpose,

arriving when it wills,

never when commanded.

The heart knows this rhythm.

It hides in its cocoon,

a rose trembling in the valley of thighs,

preparing for the slow unfurl,

remembering the ache of yesterday,

and whispering the prophecy of tomorrow.

Strength, like bamboo, bends with the storm

but never breaks.

It sways — supple, lithe,

a dancer unshaken by the wind,

an unstoppable grace.

And then — revelation.

The avalanche comes.

Suddenly, holy, deliciously unprepared for.

You cannot script its timing.

You can only surrender to its force.

Let it ravish you, undo you,

drench you in awakening.

For you are not fragile.

You are not waiting.

You are the pearl:

soft yet unbreakable,

sacred yet sensual,

a prophecy in flesh,

the unstoppable tide of becoming.

-Sherley Delia

Healing Majestically Consultancy