She lay naked on [bad word]  weaving gently against the softness. It stroked and moved her back. The candle was a steady pillar of light. She lay with her legs apart, her knees drawn up, her hands and arms along her side and her palms facing upwards, in this open vulnerable position which she had learned to [bad word] in. She smiled a half smile returning to a conquest, remembering how she had [bad word] the temptation to see the strength as male, hard and strained, and instead to see it as a soft and vulnerable, organic and flowing like a weed that dances with the wind.
The sweet smell of fresias reached her with their clear fragnance and the smell of her own skin, soft and freshly bathed. She tried always to let it be like this - [bad word] things to [bad word] sensual things, for sensual things to [bad word] spiritual. Within her sensuality lay Nature flowing in her, the circles of the Moon enchained with her body. The bands of light in the cone of her hair which marked all her bareheaded sons with the precision of rings inside a tree. And her spirit felt itself swell and grown like a seed ready to burst into life.
Her oneness with Nature was at once a surrendering to and a drawing from. flowing power, a grow which gave her peace and contentment.

Her child played nearby. It too was naked, its soft baby hair falling onto the tiny back. It moved with the grace of a animal, and the tiny gold eyes sparkled with playfulness and lurked curiosity. The child came to his mother and lay beside her on [bad word]  the dark wool highlighting the soft low for young skin. She pressed her pink wet mouth to her mothers nipple, turned full towards her and sucked for milk [bad word]  Her hand grasped up the breast to study it and their skins glided and melded.
Woman and Child. The two, of once one.

The woman felt a slow warm pleasure of the child's gentle sucking. It spread across her breast down to her [bad word]  made her close her eyes languorously. This too she had accepted joyfully, that every happy emotion made her feel sensual and this was part of understanding her emotions with mind, body and spirit. 
The dark strong hair over her pubic bone had once frightened her and the moist _________ in that powerful place she had not been apt to acknowledge her own but now she accepted it, loved this place for all the pleasure and inner strength it gave her.
The child finished sucking, crawled up onto his mother's belly and eased itself down to look at the triangle of dark hair unconsciously echoing his first journey down from her womb. The child slipped down and came to look at this place from below, knowing that it too had a similar place. The mother raised her torso and rested on her elbows to look down at the child, smiling at his awareness and wish to know.
- It is my [bad word]  - she whispered. - The place from which you came, the place of original magic.
The child smiled.

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