storms throw tantrums all around us
sharp rain slaps our faces blends tears
already there
no peace
elusive comfort a bird that can't be caught
we stagger into love
a grass hut made of blended bodies
warm palm cradles my head
soothes me like a child
other hand delights my breast
awakens adores
distracting pleasure
makes rain possible to ignore
pleasure fills my senses
tells pain to wait in line
we're busy.
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- Sensuous Wife
- My sexuality and my spirituality made friends and I've never been the same. I am a paradox. Generous heart, good intentions, ADD, business career with romance on the brain. I'm writing a cookbook Sensuous Cook, yet I sometimes answer the question "what's for dinner" with "I have no idea". I have experienced a tremendous amount of healing in my life and I enjoy sharing it with others. I am deliberately choosing to live alive to desire and alive to pleasure received through the senses. I have experienced a spiritual and sexual awakening. I'm a working mom transitioning from corporate America to running a small business from home.
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1 comment:
This is a delightful poem about the power of sensuality to heal.
I enjoyed reading it and hope to read more of your work as you feel led to post it. Thanks for sharing it!
Eleutheros
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