| The Gods do not sleep. They fervor. Sleeping beside one at night is to not sleep even an hour. The Bride of Eros is the consort of Adonai. They are one. Formless light that bathes me in the hours when others rest. He is my invisible lover, my fever and plea. I have never beheld the beauty of Eros, only He may see me. And when He comes at night to make love, I never tell Him no. My lips part to greet the lover. No words or form in this. Only light and melody exist. The vacuous space in me is filled with lightening. It reverberates and warms to no end. I shudder, and perspire, I burn at the touch of His. |
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4/1/2019 12:23:44 am
When your lips part, and the electrical essence enters you, it seems to fills your inner darkness with His lightning, however it is not of Him alone. You feel the heavier, negatively charged thoughts sink to the bottom of your clouded mind. Then your spirit comes alive when the positive and negative charges grow large enough and erupt into a giant spark. Is it love, lust or lightning that occurs between the two charges within the shared cloud. This is the divine dance between static and dynamic, electricity sparks that you see and feel tingle from within, but are they yours, His, or do they only cum alive when the dancers play close enough. When the charges between heaven and earth ignite the overwhelming shudder of lightning, the pleasure is mutual and electrifies the space between your two worlds.
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