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 past dissolved and all it’s ghosts.
Like awakening from a dream. it’s existence loosened it’s grip from my tightened fingers.
And there I was.
With you.
In all of your beauty and in all of mine.
Michelle Roberton ❤️
I have often wondered over my past twenty odd years of sharing Tantra, why it is called Tantric massage. This idea that most people have
So often I need to withdraw from this shore, Take time to know myself, To be silent, still, Alone. From this distance I can see
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