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 you.Held in your scent, the

We have been given this belief that we DO life … we DO Sex … we DO love. We make life and love happen. This idea of us being the

I felt you in my heart, and how you,my love,danced upon my lips … teasing a smile.As you filled me up,the  light in my eyes created stars for you.I love

Many moons ago, the word Ritual personally repelled me. It felt tied up with my aversion to religion. And my stubborn nature in “having to do” and totally against my

They say the universe is always expanding and therefore it makes perfect sense that so are we.                           

Explore immersing into being, as an invitation. Not force. The doing has stopped and stripped away. For you are not a human do~er, that one thing is certain.  And yet

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 happens to self within orgasm.

I don’t want to leave you. I want to lie here forever, held in the musty scent of you. Listening to your whispers of silence, that speak to my loins.

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 are Sex. As soon as

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 call within. My temple is