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Love, now…

Face to face—kissing

Opening as love—she-he

Becoming one with awe

—Shriimate

The touch of my Beloved is astonishing, delightful, and chilling all in the same breath. Its inhalation of life itSelf seems to last forever, and then the exhalation comes, goes supernovae, and blows us into bits and pieces of the Divine—seemingly scattered haphazardly, without any symmetry into the next inhalation—returning to a singular point of origin. Call it bliss.  The mind has taken a holiday with the rest of the world.

Only Love is in motion.  One body or two?  A gush of sweetness arrives and is welcomed, received, and given, eternally.  Love is always new and fresh and utterly WOW!  A new discovery is made—a rhythm, hearts beating: mine, his—it’s booming and frenzied, then it’s quiet as we move into the blossoming forth of sounds and tastes and the aromas of love being made, presently.

My opening to him is ongoing and story-less. His body is perfection incarnate, and I am the beholder of such beauty.  He breathes in my hair by the handfuls and we laugh and smile, hearts open and bursting forth.  Just when surrender to him seems complete and mastered—again, I open, wider, and wider still.  The shock of its newness rushes on a wave of stillness and my breathing hushes then deepens. I am immersed into the depths of him; our meeting is holy and sacred. We are the ancients.  He responds to She exalted, from the most high, receiving adoration in the most gentle and tender of ways, passionately.

I love the Love that is always unfolding, engulfing, and becoming each moment… and then the next moment, and the next, and the next…  We are the watchers of Love, our eyes transfixed upon each other—touching, feeling, being, kissing, and melting into the perfect fit.

Divine Man and Divine Woman.

God. Goddess.

He. She.

The otherworldly ecstasy he gives blows my mind, opens my core, shatters this body, and threatens to kill me.  I would die happily.  We are the coolness and the heat… the wetness and the desert-dry powder of the Divine waters, and blush-colored dust of union made manifest. We embody the roughness and smoothness of pure Love made physical, made real.

Where does he begin when he has no end, just as I am all that he is and all that he becomes?  We are the same in our completion, in our Beingness of Love.  We are the sensation of dissolving into Love.  He and She.  We are the immense pleasure that is the waxing and waning, the spiking and dropping, the gravity and weightlessness of Love…of the Divine-In-The-Flesh finally coming home.

Love, now.

The world can wait.

Written by Marja West  Copyright ©  2010-2011   All rights reserved.

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   Casey says:

   March 30, 2011 at 1:42 am

   Poetic ecstasy mixed with carnal power! The voice overwhelms as it is overwhelmed. I love it!