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Jun 2014
Energies mold into one another like molten lava,

twisting into themselves an insatiable desire.

Flame upon flame ignites one higher and higher,

endless the realms of pleasure.

Existence has gifted this many a time,

Reckless encounters unleash carnal pleasure

time and time again.

Primal?

That is my very nature,

my love.

Meridians cry out,

pulsing through my being a knowing.

A center of divinity begins to expose itself…

From within my core I weep.

There is more….

God shows himself in each caress,

Moment to moment I am held,

For I know not the meaning of hesitancy.

Breath combines with breath,

a merging of the spirits.

Soul seeing soul we are entranced in all that is to be captivated.

For what here is being discovered…?

A knock at the door,

I open my eyes to find no visible presence,

In my own divinity,

I am all.
Alycia
Written by
Alycia  The Great White North
(The Great White North)   
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