“I swam to you, through the storms and mists of all my confusions,
I did not know it was you calling my name, until I found you.
Held in your scent, the past dissolved and all it’s ghosts.
Like awakening from a dream. it’s existence loosened it’s grip from my tightened fingers.
And there I was.
With you.
In all of your beauty and in all of mine.”
❤️
Michelle K Roberton.
Dissolve has been a key word for me in the past few weeks. It repeatedly came in my morning listening and so I watched the invitation to dissolve… allowed it
Tantric Life ~ We have habits of: Denying ourselves pleasure. Equating pleasure just to acts of sex. Believing pleasure is something given to us by another. Seeking permission for pleasure.
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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