Women are gods. Or, goddesses rather. They can crumble entire empires with a whisper. They can drop a man to his knees with the batting of an eye. They can create life. They can nourish it. They can sculpt it into something that might go on to change humanity forever.
Those who create us aren’t people. They aren’t like us men. They aren’t equal. They are far greater. They walk among us with these beautiful brains and big beating hearts housed inside a body festooned with long thick hair, pouty lips, sun-kissed skin, blazing green eyes and pillowy breasts. They’re gods willing to give us everything, all of themselves and all they ask in return is to be worshipped.
By Cole Schafer.