NECTAR SPILLS, SHE UNVEILS

Hey you!
I told you it would be this way…
Touch my heart,
my lips part,
Touch my soul,
my hips begin to sway…

A gentle tickle,
And the shy rose begins to bloom,
A nuzzle, a giggle,
She begins to swoon.

*flood*

The flow of nectar begins,
Sweet, thick, liquid love
Oh how it spills.

Over your lips,
Drowning the mind,
Over your flesh,
The body’s defenses unwind,
Over your ego,
In which you are confined.

You wanted a woman’s love, didn’t you?
Her heart, Her yearning,
Her passion, Her dreaming,
Her sex writhing and churning,
In waves of pleasure, ecstasy, agony
and through it all … Play …

I am an ocean. I am vaster than you can imagine.
I am the mighty force of a river waiting to burst free,
And through all this you ask
but a mere trickle
of All that is Me?

I’m afraid that just won’t work, Little Bee…
For with my love comes sweet intensity,
Will you drown? Will you soar?
Will you wail? Will you roar?

That I cannot say lest you find a way,
Drop your doubts, your limits,
Cast it all away.

Be here,
Without fear,
And Love Me,
Through the night and the day.

Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
www.bairaveebalasubramaniam.com