Yoga Nidra … Making Spaces Of Rest Within

Tantric Poetry ~ Eros

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

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.

We Are Sex.

Tantric Inspiration ~