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Of Our Sacred Intimacy
She walked through the door of my bedroom,
her body naked as the day she was born,
her steps were as light
as a summer breeze and the gentle light of a candle
accentuated her silhouette in the shadows......incandescent, warm
she is “Tantra”..........and in our now, she is mine
In the sacred place of our intimacy
She lays down upon my body....her sensuality blankets me like a comforter
skin against mine, she comforts me.
More amazed than aroused, more captured than turned on.......she stirs the ashes of
my soul's “inner fire”
…...more one than two, drawn together by human nature
her nipples teasing my pleasure, her breast pressed against my chest
tender kisses against my lips, my fingertips jostle her dark brown hair
my hands massage the base of her neck....... we tremble,
“our bodies vexed”
my cock starts an uprising between the voided flesh of her gentle thighs
stirring her lips , parting her seas.......I feel her currents beginning to flow
I lay straight against her warmth, the fullness of my member entertains dreams of sailing
off to Atlantis
“she's my lady now and forever” and all of her spiritual, sensual needs I fulfill
affirmation....the stirring of our deepest thoughts,
fervent kissing, two orbs in an infinite orbit
all
my
life
I never knew what I'd been missing
AS we lay, not giving a thought of drawing my sword and penetrating her deeply
content to holdi each other tightly, feeling our spirits entwine, edging ever so close to consummation
as the night beguines to creep into day......
…...she is my“Tantric delight” and this night we made love as we've never made love before.
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