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

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

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

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

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,

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.