When I made love to Stefan. I knew it in my heart… I knew and understood that I had gone to a space beyond good pussy bad pussy… gone to a space beyond… because…
Real Love is unconditional.
Real Love is beyond borders.
Real Love is beyond names.
Real Love is Universal, all embracing, free.
Real Love is free flowing. Free flowing love.
Real Love is liberation.
Liberation from bondage.
Liberation from the prison of ideas.
Liberation from pain.
Liberation. Into the flow of Life.
Feeling the free-flowing Life Force.
Love!
And there I was, feeling it again.
Feeling the Love coursing through my veins… in and through me!
Alive! Moving! Breathing! Alive!
No ownership, no yours or mine, no this or that.
Just free and unlimited, free and unlimited Bliss.
Beyond the cage of words, beyond limitation, beyond good or bad.
Beyond you belong to me and I belong to you.
Beyond good pussy bad pussy… beyond…
A Divine Knowing, a Divine Certainty…
That this is Love… Love! Unconditional Love!
The free flowing of Life.
The free expression of Life.
The free movement of it in and through me.
The bliss of that, the joy of that, the present moment awareness of that…
LOVE!
FREEDOM!
FREE!
Even if only for a little while…
Good Pussy Bad Pussy 
This prose poem is like sex itself.