Your words encase my body like your fingers grip the cuff of my ass.
Author Archives: Sacral Priestess
Essence of You
Your skin, your skin… My eyes rest upon the ensemble That amazingly makes visual recognition for What spirit turned to flesh that is by nomenclature… You, my divine one. The movie of our experience that is yet to unfold New, but yet thousands of galactic years old. I never tire drinking you in, basking in …
I am awakened in your moans
“Her mouth corroborates with her neck in a grand scheme of motions that can only symbolize the kundalini energy rising.”