Our Deepest Thoughts on Life, Love & Spirit

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You’re gorgeous sister. Move with me, hold your head high. Feel the frequency in your heart. Glow. 

Hold that love, through centerline

hold that love and be divine. 

You are, I am, we are. 

All one. 

My joy is yours, please try. My joy expands to call you in, sharing rays from the sun. 

It’s here, it’s warm, it’s yours to soak up, for everyone. 

Mine is yours and yours is mine

One vibe, one flow, all in time. 

Sit in the heart until you hear it talk. Be still. Be real. Be brave. 

Once that mask falls, sister you’ll fly

right there waiting, on the other side. 

Sister you’re worthy. I’ll look in your eyes, help you release the pain. Give you hope, be the leader. Sister I’ll be your guide. 

And you mine. 

I love you, and hope you feel it. The sincerity that bleeds through my pores. We’re here, we’re family. Can we unite and raise up, raise each other up? 

I’ll lift you and you lift me. Together we will see, past heaven and earth and all things matter, into the great beyond. 

Where bliss and ecstasy fill our souls, sister can we take that ride?

I’m there, and here, only in form, I’ll meet you above for more. 

I’ll show myself real, stop playing a part, step into what’s rightfully mine. 

And yours dear one, it’s all yours too, so yes, let’s rise up and enjoy. 

The beauty, the beat, the movement of all, the heartstrings that are taking us home. 

When I hold her, something inside bubbles up.

I am a container, the ground.

As much as I can fly, I root.

I taste this unfamiliar part of me. Holding steady in my own field as that field expands, fills while being filled.

Our energy spiraling, mixing, twirling through the atmosphere together.

Grounded in my expansion, offering.

I see her vulnerability, feel her edges soften as I simply deepen into the earth.

Becoming the stillness, allowing the flow.

Present in the presence of someone unfolding inside of me. Inside of our field.

A palpable longing to relax into her milky skin, her soft warmth.

Surrender.

To open to the feminine spark that runs through her, a current transmitting to me, and back to her.

A mirror of my own power, a catalyst, a match.

Gentle caress, kisses light as air, breath defining speed.

Feeling more of her is feeling more of me.

An intoxicating, delirious deliciousness of full feminine power and surrender in one singular moment.

Is it your skin that entices me, or the slowing of my own breath and the noticing of how that skin feels, tugging against my own.

The sexual surrender. Taken. But fully present.

How aware can I become of the breath that moves across my face, the field of energy that has worked it’s way into mine.

The space between us vast, while also non-existent. Us. everywhere. Is there a you?  A me? Who are we when eyes go dark, that sense removed, and awareness opens to all of what actually remains?

There’s a wave - an undulation of electricity. Seen without seeing. Known and felt.

There’s a spark flickering through every cell, providing a current into ecstasy. A current home. Where full life resides in juicy wonder, silently holding space, silently holding my hand, my heart, my hips.

Silently desiring me to find my connection, to find my rapture, to find and open to the flow of life that spills out from itself, pouring all over me, filling every hollow hole, every crack, every deep longing, filled.

It dances on the edge of my tongue, languid and leisurely it plays. Tricky. Devious. Desire.

It opens my throat, making room, taking room, dripping through the sinewy fibers of my flesh.

It begs to be seen, known, felt, acknowledged. It begs for more and makes me beg for more.

I move. Move into everything, at one with this force. Alive in love. Alive in the delicious, gooey gold warmth that pulses through every vein, reminding me of the infinite love that surrounds.

Exploding through my center, awake and on fire.

Touch her, to touch me.
Dig deep into my heart, through her.

Is she me? A part of the whole?

Receiving more of you through her.
Skin. Wild hair. Light.
Light, light love.
Floating.

Show me how to float in the air. Show me yourself.

Where did you go, into her?

Where have you been? What flavor did you taste? Did you drink it in?

Is she me? A part of the whole?

A reflection of my deepest self.
Alive in her moans.
Alive in your hands - grasping her ass.
Alive in the dripping sweat from your chest.
Alive in intensity, penetrative focus.
Alive in the pure presence of everything & nothing.

Is she me? A part of the whole?

What did you touch?
Ecstasy?
Freedom?
The power of desire unashamed?

Did she shake your bones?
Pierce your soul?
Take you into her womb, her home?

Was it love? Could it be anything but?
Did you spread your love or spread her legs?

Is she me? A part of the whole?

I want to come alive with you, lose myself, wind through you. Unwind into you. 

Use you to become more of me. 

Allow you to use me to find yourself. 

I want to watch you play, in delirium with another, trusting so deeply your love and return to me. 

I need to watch you give, receive, return. 

You, in your full wholeness. Your full power. You. Unbridled. Unashamed. Unmasked. Surrendered to sensation and the potent juice of the present moment. Succumbed to the rapture, the ravage, the real.