Kkavita [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)]
She has stood,
That Dark Doorway,
Beaconing me
With her impermissible
wet and inviting pulse of
Life
 
Drawing me, like a magnet
Which I can no longer resist
Inviting me to join
in the Divine Orgy of Life…
 
As I surrender,
She sucks me into her wet juicy Yoni
Gasping with ecstatic delight
I am a baby taking its first breath.
Ecstasy ripping open the last vestiges
of my small broken heart.
 
The tree of life
begins to sprout
offering up its
luscious fruit – Bursting pomegranates
Ripe for the plucking.
 
I allow their sweet juices to
Run wild from my mouth,
over my body,
rivers of enraptured delight,
The ice of the lover
being run over warm skin.
 
Ahhhhh!
Open me Beloved – To All of you!
 
I have been told
I am only allowed
Just one part!
That I should ‘control myself’
That I shouldn’t be greedy
Or take too much!
 
This too was a lie
With which I will no longer lie.
No – my bed will be made of All the
colourful petals of every rose of your
Divine garden –
Every flower and slimy moss,
Every stone and wind-slapped tree.
 
Every drop of water in this Universe
Reflects the exquisiteness of your Face,
I embrace you as I dance,
I twist and turn and see you mirrored in All
allowing myself to be absorbed
into the sweet Ecstasy of
Every mirror of My Soul
in Your Soul
Beloved
I  Am
Yours
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