I want to sing to you in the morning, humming as I bring you coffee in bed, breaking the fast, transitioning from a world of dreaming to a world of dream. I want to let your hair weave through my fingers, silken and light. Caressing your sweet face, admiring your wide smile.

You flow through me, water infusing water, moonlight atop moonlight, and you set my heart aflame with unending joyousness, ecstasy, desire, desire, desire.

I love you, my darling, and I am in love with you. Watching as the world is treated to your presence. Watching your micro-movements, and breathing them deep into my heart, for they are so precious to me because they are of you.

I don’t know how I managed to dissuade my feelings for so long; maybe these two flowers need a bumblebee to sting us, pushing us into bed, making us call into work sick, carving a hollow into the Universe within which we can embrace, and soar.

You are the object of my affection, lust, streaming love; around you, my creative juices can’t help but gush: a waterfall of wonderful, a release of EVERYTHING, a small offering of beauty at the altar of your magnificence.

I stand before you, you said last night. And there was talk of repressed feelings and of course you can have tears one day, too. No-thing is out of your reach. And no-thing can keep you from your good. I am here for you, sweet angel, to cultivate and muse, to offer, to give, to love you in all the ways of the rainbow. All of the ways that are perfect for you.

We are multi-faceted creaturas of multiple desire. We believe “straight” is a myth, and monogamy, too. But that doesn’t stop me from loving you, from jumping in with both feet, from taking you into my arms and nibbling on your neck, kissing, nibbling, nibbling and kissing, until the moment is right to take one exquisitely delicious bite.

You are Eve’s apple, my bliss, your bliss, temptation-everlasting, and deep rushing tides. Last night, you drew a smile from my lips so electric that I buzzed with its presence; pleasure and pain twisting together, evolving, evolving, transforming me.

I am at the mercy of the Great Goddess, and honey, you are She, and you are also my Mistress. We circle around each other, playing in a sandbox of delight (where no-thing is taboo), and darlin’, I want you. Want to kiss your g.d. sexy hips. Want to feel your body bucking and undulating beneath mine, want to see your face as I pin your hands over your head, taking you as my prey, my captivated one.

I want to trace your body, my lips paintbrush of the Divine, servant to the Goddess, servant to you, prostrating before such high beauty, kissing your lips; as you taste yourself, touch your magnificence and the field of our tongues intertwine, cherries explode in your mouth. Radiance streams from your moans my sighs your hot breath my escalating heartbeat.

You get me. And you get to me.

You are perfectly you, and I am the lucky one to know you, to have held you, to hold you again and again, to begin and begin this romance, this seduction, this Kundalini tango. We are partnered and we are single. We are sacrifice and that which sacrifices. We are the one that offers and the offering. We are sacred and mundane. Pure and oh-so-dirty. We are the snake. No, we are Eve. We are Cleopatra with thousands of suitors. We are the apple. We are the beating heart of the Goddess.

We are hailstones and hailstorms. We are attic magick and growth-embodied. We are arms linked, skipping toward the stars. We are covered in glitter and drenched in cum. We are explosive. We are dynamic. We are dynamite. We are One. And we are two.

Together we shatter the wine glasses of old patterns, unfurl the wings of new beginnings, call Goddess, G-d, into every hole in our lives, in our bodies. We are the organic prayer filling sidewalk cracks. We are enlightenment. And I love you more with each sutra, each r)evolution of my fingers across the mala linking my heart to yours. I bless you, and may you be so blessed. May we spiral ever-higher, transcending the limits, rocking out to the song that only we can hear, the secret to Bliss singing from our cells, shining from our eyes. You fell into my embrace, and I’m not letting go. AMEN.

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