Can you hear it?
The waves resound within this room.
If we could see them fill the air,
both eyes and ears would be consumed.
Enamored spirits..
Here we are, just you and I.
If walls could speak, there would be song.
They'd echo pleasures from our cries.
Our flesh is one.
The taste is sweet.
From burning hearts, heat emanates.
We have become.
The height is reached!
No matter--more we must create.
Yes..
Roof and wall peel away,
for we cannot be contained.
Our tantric love is amplified;
We are mated before the Sky.
About the Creator
She Chants
I chant because I discovered I had a voice..
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An Experience With Rain
... And not a space was left in the sky that was empty of the pouring rain. I was standing out of reach for fear of the dreaded being wet, but the wind knew better my needs and shifted so that the rain could catch my gaze. It touched my face so softly with a thousand fingers to discover every contour. And every part of me. Hands and feet. Shoulder and knee. Good heavens breathe.
By She Chants5 years ago in Poets
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