Tantric Poetry ~ Love.
I swam to you, through the storms and mists of all my confusions, I did not know it was you calling my name, until I found
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Through the sharing of my words, I offer you an invitation to explore your curiosities and rediscover your sexuality.
This blog is a tapas of suggestions and inspirations, born out of my own curiosity,
to bring new possibilities of experiencing sex as a vibrant, fully switched on sexual being.
Please feel most welcome to comment and share your own adventures.
All my love
I swam to you, through the storms and mists of all my confusions, I did not know it was you calling my name, until I found
We have been given this belief that we DO life … we DO Sex … we DO love. We make life and love happen. This
The language of touch is silent. It is sacred. It is the first language we experience and understand as newborn babies. The touch we experience
Tantra invites us to explore orgasm.Not from a place of the agendas and expectations within the act of sex but from a place of what
We are sex. Our sex is not something we do. It is not a technique that we perform or master. It is our being. We
I want to lay bare upon your bones.Flesh upon my own. Feel the ecstasy of your rhythmic breath, it’s licks, it’s pauses. Enticing the wild
We have habits of:Denying ourselves pleasure.Equating pleasure just to acts of sex.Believing pleasure is something given to us by another.Seeking permission for pleasure. We also
I ached for you. The longing a hunger. I looked and could not find you. And then I stopped… And saw you were always there.
Begin With The Navel. The Centre Of you. In a world that is in constant change and adjustment, how do we maintain that we do
Twenty Two years ago when Tantric sex was a curiosity to me and a calling for sexual healing, I like many was caught up in
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