Sands Of Time.

If we take a moment to reflect upon the sands of time of our life, we will notice there is a presence to us …

A being~ness to who we are, that remains consistent in it’s spark, no matter what age we are, what our appearance is, or where in the world we are.

This is the divine presence you are.

 

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Tantric Poetry ~ Eros

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Tantric Poetry~ Your Love.

I don’t want to leave you. I want to lie here forever, held in the musty scent of you. Listening to your whispers of silence, that speak to my loins.

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