Into me, I go.

There are no words that need to be spoken, because there is no one at all.

When the moment is present, a moment to return to myself,

warm softness my fingers strategically find.

The intention of touch & to be touched,

as much as someone who knows exactly what delights me,

meeting myself, knowing myself, in intimacy.

Where illuminating, life giving light comes in the most alone darkness.

An invitation to sacred spirit connection without man’s discernment on how that communion should be.

Caressing, tracing, grasping, gasping, holding firm.

Discover, uncover,

opening wide to intimacy that takes me deep into myself, transcending the surface.

Sink deep,

then deeper;

over and over, longer and longer.

Electric waves shake every inch of my skin, spiraling into unknown muscles.

Worn with intensity, come home.

Be,

simply be.

In my own reflection, the luscious details, the deep full breaths, In awe I witness.

The profound start to finish that infuses essence of insight, rest, excitement, or hope with sensuous manifestation.

I meet God in the place they said was Godless,

being buried in the history of infuriating denial, condemnation of the very part existing for pure pleasure.

My ritual of self romance and unblocking the silence,

a way to break free from past oppression.

Rich of honoring each sense gifted,

autonomous,

freely I learn the yearning of my own skin.

Curled up, sprawled out, spread over luxury.

The coziest of feelings to be wrapped up in your own body’s bliss,

indulging, intentionally bathing in vivid dreams while awake.

The draw of beauty in images swirling around imagination;

emotions stirred up, as if they are strings tied to

each balloon of moving captivation,

cycling before my eyes & mind.

Each day, a new level of discovery, healing, wisdom, resilience and attraction to one’s own wholeness.

The magic I feel is otherworldly, where all eventually move onto, in solitude, among the stars, the fireflies, under the bursting climaxing moon.