Yoni Worshipped

YONI PUJA; I want to worship at the alter of your mystical golden lotus blossom. Giving reverence to your vulva, blessed by the nectar which flows from there. In its divine essence I am awash, while drinking directly from your fount. Baptized by your juices they bless my swollen lingam with glorious rapture, in divine throes of ecstasy you pour forth your libations. To feast and dine upon your vulva's swollen invitation; a table like no other spread before me. Yoni Puja, divine cleft from which life flows I willingly and eagerly imbibe your lovely juices. My mouth your chalice, your vulva it's resting place. You are an absolutely beautiful, voluptuous goddess, I take great pleasure in placing myself below the garden of your well spring, you, gently placing your mound upon my open mouth, my lips cup you there, I can taste the flavour of your hot womanly elixirs flowing, your urine and your thick cream, warming me and sweeping me up in you. 

Yoni Puja

I would worship at the alter of your beautiful golden lotus blossom. Giving reverence before your sweet delectable vagina, blessed by the golden nectar which flows from there.  To imbibe the divine essence while drinking directly from your fount. Baptized by your golden waters and your erotic release would bless the staff of my need to feel your rapture and divine throes of ecstasy. To feast and dine upon your vulva's swollen invitation; a table like no other spread before me. Yours the sweet divine cleft from which life flows I willingly and eagerly drink from. My mouth your chalice and your vulva it's resting place

Just Us Two

My soul sojourns the winds with solemn promise; Heavenly Father, let me not simply move throughout the Earth but Catch me upon the heart of another. The one who will love forever, The one I love forever, for We are and We are not.

Can the winds, that were once only a whispering breath, carry us both toward that same sacred place? I searched for her during hours of darkness. My laying downs and risings do not hold her; Only in that time of inbetweens, those two, do dreams of her.

When, in times that I, with longing soul shed tears, know not my heart's own comforts, she comes, she knows my heart's own comfort beats within her chest. Her heart within my own  seeks the shore where just the two of us. Like the winds that shape the mountains; How long before the shape of just the two of us? My love inhabits the tides of her timings like that of the ocean with the moon; as the spawning salmon must; as winter takes the bear.

When will be the spring, that I could sleep through this winter. The season of scarcity, buried, awaiting, longing for the sun, So that no time would I know, until just the two of us. The Lord of Hosts, this side of Heaven's glory, knows the plans He plans for just the two of us. I ask could sleeping dreams reveal what meanings must be known? No, my child, I hear Him gently saying, what must be known, must be known awake and shared.
By Just the two of Us

He Danced For Her

He walked alone so many years,

upon the earth with inner tears,

He longed to dance with shield and spear.

but lacked a song upon his ears.

A fluted song his hearing yearned,

and in his heart a fire burned,

To touch her soul a dance he learned,

from ancient ones the steps he earned.

By the cedars he saw her there,

with spirit beauty and long raven hair,

from her heart her song she shared,

the fluted one she sang with care.

Within the sun he danced for her,

not one step or move unsure,

Within the moon she played her song,

and touched they both for which they longed.

Michael Amos Feb. 14, 2012