Amazing, what hormones can do, coursing about in a midnight moontime girl.

This menstruating every three weeks thing, while it's kinda taxing my system with the frequent heavy bloodloss n'all, is curiously, intermittantly, wonderful.

Rapturous waves of pure lovingness blossom all around me, my spirit soars skyhigh in almost 'shroomlike bliss.

I feel full and deep and heavenly. Gorgeous, and powerful, gigantic-yet strangely light and spacious.

Everything is surges and waves and art flows from every pore in my whole gently throbbing, intensely charged body.

Love spills from me, cannot be contained, will not be constrained... It feels so good to just let it go, flow, give it play.

My breasts ache as though bursting with milk, the nipples sizzling for suckling... Odd how similar the sensation is.

Let it go.

Let it play.

Everything feels good, well, whole, divine.

Right now. I am not afraid. Of anything.

My whole body arches, lifts, sensuous, ripe, awake, ready. It's brilliant, this hormone-charged infusion of delight rippling through me. Nothing can tarnish it, no fear, doubt, shame or worry.

Love,

It's perfect.