"Love is born from a great,
Vulnerable daring YES!
After an unbearable silence".
I let down my silken hair over my shoulders and open my thighs over my lover….
Winter skies are cold and low, with harsh winds and freezing sleet.
But when we make love beneath our quilt, we make three summer months of heat.
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~ Tantric Wisdom ~
"It is not art in the professionalized sense about which I care, but that which is created sacredly, as a result of a deep inner experience, with all of oneself, and that becomes 'art' in time."
Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.