She is breathing heavily, I feel her heart being wounded . Her body is indecisive.
Can I trust intimacy ? I place one hand on her chest , one is resting on her belly .
It was her first Tantric Massage. As we talk, we already unite with our tears . Wondering about our fear of trusting life. Have we forgotten , the path builds itself as we go ?
We are sitting apart , confirming each other, we are enough .
” We do not have to earn love ”
” I just wanna be, and do nothing ”
I am holding her face in my hands . You are so safe and you have always been.
There is something with her right arm . Fear of being stretched . Thoughts are holding so tight as I press my fingers into her palm. A story has broken open.
Rest safe between my thighs . Bowing down .
I can hear you, I see your pain.
Love & warm oil . We are the alchemists .
You are weeping. And you are willing. The Brave ones are giving in .
My touch – Your enjoyment . It is all for you , and there is nothing to give back.
This soft belly . Warm and exposed, so vulnerable.
Vagina . Sister . Soft tapping , are you letting me in?
I wish they have touched you like this before. Your fear is telling me something else. Thank God we made clear that you are safe.
They are so unique and they forgot they all want the same.
Make self-love, declare it your meditation . Masturbate with awareness, every day.
So many stories buried in this rough spot of ours. I am touching upon several of them. A short turn-off into the cervix , enough for now.
Hope someone else points his attention into this craving sanctum . Deep , enduring penetration .
Lightening you up from the inside.
Melt open .
Yes, love can break down some walls.
Your surrender broke mine.