The Conscious Cock

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The Conscious C**k

 

The Conscious C**k  is an expression of the heart.

It is a c**k of service, of worship.

He has gone through and beyond performance.

He has gone through and beyond need.

He has gone through and beyond hunger.

He has gone through and beyond gormandizing.

He has gone through and beyond anger.

He has gone through and beyond hiding.

He has gone through and beyond darkness.

He has gone through and beyond fear.

He has gone through and beyond conquering.

He has gone through and beyond inhibition.

He has gone through and beyond shame.

 

The Conscious C**k  is in the service of pleasure, expressed freely, openly, in the moment, as an expression of the heart. And deeper, of something within us that may be Mystery expressing itself as flesh.

He delights in pleasure, he dances with joy in pleasure, in the sacred liquid sex of life.

He is hard, he is soft, he is playful.

He is an expression of the energy of a God in opening you as deeply as you’re willing.

He gives, he receives.

He shares his seed, or not.

 

The Conscious C**k is awareness.

His choice is to share himself, or not.

He is an extension of the intention of the heart.

He chooses, not from hunger or need, not from lack.

He chooses from being devoted to being a conscious c**k.

His journey had taken him through so many stages, so many experiences, so much hurt and guilt and shame. At what he’s done, at what’s been done to him, at how he saw himself, at how others saw him. At how he saw bodies and pleasure.

And he learnt.

He learnt of how he’d become a prisoner of not knowing himself.

He learnt how he’d become a slave of not understanding his strength.

 

And learnt.

He learnt of his fire and his gentleness.

He learnt of being in space, in life.

He learnt of sacred pleasure.

He learnt of love and intimacy.

He learnt of the power of penetrating from the heart, from the core.

And he learnt of devotion.

 

He learnt that devotion is a journey of endless becoming.

Layer reveals layer.

There are words, and there is knowing.

 

There is a devotion to Sacred Pleasure, of which sex is simply one expression. And in sex there is a myriad, limitless possibilities of expression.

And, as it is in sex, to the conscious c**k, so it is in life.