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Said Shiva to Shakti..... (Chuckle) 'We'll go all the way to heaven'
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The places you make love to me
In blind sight The plump pillow that catches my cheek Wilting my will The bliss of stillness Kissing with tingles The low ache of pleasure Caressing my back Losing myself In each asana Sharp pleasure of presence Your brush at my curl Behind my ear The songs you play For all to hear While I quietly weep The little smile we share The cool water you offer My heart For air The giddy barefoot lightness Of freedom When I'm wearing my shoes The way you cover me While I sleep The languor of laying with you Breaking from working The emptiness I dedicate to you The constant peace Of a moment shared The tear of ecstasy When I close my eyes And breathe The inner sigh Can anyone see? These are the places You make love to me My first post! This poem was inspired by many different things - pictures of yogis wearing little but a loin cloth with no thought for poor women of a sensitive constitution, the jokes shared with the inner beloved, my own experiences meditating. Give me a camera, and I'll be there....  |
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