Softening.

Of late I have felt “softer” … seems a bit non descriptive really but there it is.           

There is a new “softness” to my edges.

I see in my mind’s eye that I was like one of those sweets … to chewy to let anything in without a bit of resistance but once the initial hardness had gone, a yummy discovery – a warm, over flowing centre trickling, flowing with unlimited ease.

And now the resistance is not there …

Just a “softness”.

A gentle presence that says “I am done fighting; I surrender to Thy will … Welcome. Come in, in whatever form you may be. Be nourished in the warmth of my be-ing.

I do not prevent you now from coming in & I will not hold you back when leaving …”  ♥️

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Tantric Poetry ~ Eros

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I want to lay bare upon your bones. Flesh upon my own. Feel the ecstasy of your rhythmic breath, it’s licks, it’s pauses. Enticing the wild call within. My temple

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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.

We Are Sex.

We Are Sex.

Tantric Inspiration ~                                                       

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