The 'Keep one drop one' thread reminded of me of this awesome poem I found a while back and never got around to sharing.
Tantric love...The Oneness
Pleasure we shall seek beyond the mundane,
transcending this mortal shallow plane.
We leave this port of instant
gratification and hollow delight,
sailing into a sea of passion,
exploring the fire of our inner light.
We discover and reach for the horizon
that has evaded us for so long,
creating with our bodies
a harmonic synchronicity,our very own song.
Finally we fling steadfast inhibition away,
meeting eye to eye, igniting our chakras,
offering each other neither heaven nor hell
but a whole new universe of divine ecstasy.
All things are possible, aren’t they?
Tonight even the heavens look upon us beatifically,
we have traveled the distance to come to each other
and unite intrinsically like astral lovers.
Wild, in our ecstasy our bodies dance,
what we need is what we are.
A love for a lifetime is not created by chance;
it is destiny’s way to present us to Ishtar.
We shall mix ourselves in the strange beauty of our breath,
till you can not sort out our arms or our legs,
we bind and become tangled,not knowing
where one ends and the other begins.
Together we move like grass in a field,
careening blindly toward the other side.
There is never going to be anything
straight or predictable our lifespath,
except the knocking down and the springing back.
Our bodies beside eachother, tremulous and dazed,
lusciously we are lying in this dark haven, disheveled,
beside you, passion poured from your lips into mine
igniting a flame in your brooding eyes,
in this soft bed my body shivers drunk on you,
I lay on your chest, in your ironstrong arms.
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice,
hearing you say my name, bidding me to answer,
telling me you want me. Not giving me choice.
Without words, I use my tongue tracing your silhouette;
kneeling before you, my eyes feast upon your masculinity
in all its divinity, and I worship you
because all of that which is you...is for me.
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies,
ripe sweet fruit of decadence dripping down my chin.
The taste of you is something that no one can re-create.
Needing every molecule of your being,
there is urgency within me, wanting
to know you are the source of my serendipity,
dipping in and out of me, stroking more
than my consciousness involuntarily.
I find myself reliving our love play in my daydreams.
Seeing the expressions you make when we're making love
makes me want you right there and then.
I think of you in the most inappropriate places,
getting tingling sensations in private spots,
wishing to be caught between your hard place and a rock.
Wetness develops and my legs obliviously begin to part,
my venus becomes a raging firestorm,
all I want you to do, is quench it for a start.
You know my mind like the back of your hand,
and your words sends me into ecstasy like no other man.
My thighs quiver in anticipation,a natural high.
Body heat rising, perspiring, panting, makeup melting,
tugging my hair and scratching your back, longing, begging...
I get crazed, all I can do is scream your name,
your tongue pink between your lips, I want it between mine,
I struggle as you lick, torturing me, scooting this way
and that across the bed I try to get away or so I play;
Yet, begging for more up against the wall
that has been scuffed by my heels again.
You pry apart my thighs and demand I be still!...I yield.
I am loving the way you make me feel,
insisting that I release for you,
to do as I'm told, and I do…
You shape me and recreate me,
so I'm good for no-one else, only for you.
You conquer my orgasmicless being and propagate
the end result again and again and again…
I radiate an afterglow, our scent lingers on the pillows
a fragrance which haunts me,
of the best love/sex there could ever be…
I am covered in finger and body prints,
your name and brand are written indelibly
in all your genetic history upon me.
We love in forbidden ways, making passion pure;
magic, the lure of your sweet eyes, enslave me
and I you, with wanton charms,
render me helpless to do naught but love you,
crush me in your velvet arms.
Allow me to ignite your blood with new desire,
kissing you from lip to limb, creating fire
till senses reel, pulse and our minds swim.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Mute, I starve; I prowl and hunt the liquid measure.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands.
I want to eat your skin like nourishment,
the moonlight gleaming on your body,
even the fleeting shade of your lashes,
pacing around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a predator
hungering for the tantric oneness created, when we unite.
Gypsy red
Nov.2011
