Sacred Sensuality
I feel the call for quiet
so that I may listen,
may sense the rawness to its fullest.
I feel the call of the still space
where potential boils.
The hanging essence of free fall.
The nuances linger
in the space between realities.
The expansive bubble of awareness
floats into the abyss and beyond.
As my truth falls from these very lips,
they drip with your scent.
A reflection of everlasting beauty.
Folding, unfolding of nature itself
drenched in the fluidity of your features.
Ecstasy, she knocks at the door
of endless surrendering.
Time floats aimlessly
as your breath moves it freely.
The vibrational rush of warmth
beating down onto the rippling of skin.
Unrelenting fevers through my bones,
the rhythm you love me pulses deeply.
Echoing in the hallow chambers of this temple,
your reverence tickles the fibrous timbers of this soul.
Greater becomes the difficulty in where I end
and you begin.
Eternity running through veins of iron.
hOMe is calling, can you hear it?