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Meditation (NSFW)

Wellcum to February!


I'm going to be putting more poems into the blog as well as my internal thoughts, especially since the social media sites are getting stricter and keep deleting posts even when there is no overt sexuality shown in the images. (See my post on Censorship earlier, after getting a post deleted - same thing as happened yesterday!)


When I started writing poems into my first blog, it was merely a way for me to keep them from being deleted accidentally as I had them in a single document on my computer. I never knew that putting them online would have turned into a whole writing Empire! Now, I have several groups on different social media platforms, this website and big dreams! Here's to more!



MEDITATION

I kneel at the entrance of the Temple,

And breathe.

Slowly:

In…. Out…. In…. Out….

Incense filling nostrils with holy perfume

Feeling Energy rise

Body resonating to the frequency of you

Vibrations pulsing in the rhythm of our shared connection

I am surrounded by the presence of Divinity.

Eyes closed, I breathe in, and sit still.

Only movement, my breath.

In…. Out…. In…. Out….

My Energy rises as I take in the essence of your presence.

Not just physical, but elemental,

I feel you reach out and caress my cheek.

I melt into you, finally

Our touch sends ripples throughout the Universe

Gods awaken from slumber, curious as to the disturbance in the Force.

Our joining is cosmic, energetic, revelatory.

Touching Divinity, I myself become Divine in an instant.

Yet, not becoming, but recognizing my Godhood already existing.

I pulse in the deepness of Temple core.

Kundalini rises, creativity expands

Creation implodes and restarts in the blink of an eye.

In…. Out…. In…. Out….

Our movements mimic the rhythm of sensual breath

Enjoying the leisurely climb to pleasure’s pinnacle

Where we stand atop the summit, in full light of the Sun

Basking in the glow of our combined connection

That washes over us in wave after wave of bliss.

And after, though still connected,

We part, lying tangled in our heartstrings

Glorying in the deepness of our morning meditation

As the fire from the Holy of Holies fades from view

Replaced by the Fire burning incessantly

Within our breast

Pulsing again with the rhythm of our breath

In…. Out…. In…. Out….


~PassionPoet


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