Tantric

T is for the translating of Love Languages, transference of energy between the meeting of skin, transitions from the bed, to the floor, to the wall, and back up again. T is for transparency, see through me like water, this is a slippery slope of waist and hips, ass and tits; anoint me in oil, watch me shine.

Here is a tantrum tangled in ecstasy and euphoria.

I am screaming, a holy shriek of end all be all passion, fruit if it's easier to digest. Down on your knees boy and praise this honey fountain... We body worship around here, lay your hands on this body, call her Blessing.

You better cum, hard as you are when you enter this soaked Cathedral the only way out is through and I'm just starting on you.

There is Divine Awakening in this unholy act, sodomy keeps my mouth full and stomach empty of your spineless children. Catholic turned Pagan in the way I sacrifice life for another walk around Pleasure Garden. Name this Eden.

I believe in nourishing the body, believe in fortifying my temple, believe in the power of soul-food... relax while I suck the spirit out of you.

We exorcising our desires and ascending to climax.

I--

am the rhythm of limbs sliding along satin sheets and silk pillowcases.

You--

are the sharing of breath between open mouth kisses and tangled tongue.

We--

are existing within each other more than the physical.

Hear me...

I'm emotional now, crying out--- as our dance becomes an echo and my senses begin to focus. I am aware of this moment, aware of the drumming heart beat, the sweat glistening, the heat rising in my core once more.

I think I want to taste me too

like fine wine there is a drunkenness surrounding this. We will both have our fill. Do not mistake this for love, this is a covenant, an agreement to be used by one another.