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Slowly, she said to me, slowly.
Rest the head of your Lingam at the opening of my Yoni.
Be still, breathe.
Feel her open, feel her begin to invite you in, to welcome you.
This is the honoring of the temple.
You don’t need to push.
You don’t need to take me.
You don’t need to open me.
So many women, their bodies hold the pattern of being forced, of being penetrated. Their bodies hold generations of conditioning, as the bodies of men hold generations of taking.
Their minds hold generations of giving themselves, their bodies, away, as the minds of men hold generations of entitlement.
Their hearts hold generations of wanting more, as the hearts of men hold generations of disconnect.
Slowly, she said to me, slowly.
Rest the head of your Lingam at the opening of my Yoni.
Be still, breathe.
Feel her open, feel her begin to invite you in, to welcome you.
This is the honoring of the temple.
This is a different way, she said to me.
It’s the way of allowing.
It’s the way of your body flowing into mine.
And I felt her begin to draw me in, as if she were drawing me from her heart.
I had never felt a softness such as this, and yet she touched every millimeter of my sex.
Slowly, she said to me.
Breathe,she said to me, and as I breathed as she breathed, it felt as if she drew my heart into her through my body.
Be still, she said to me, as she felt my hips begin to move.
And in the stillness I felt her pulsate. around me, and I felt a pulsation within me that answered her body.
I knew, I knew never before had I felt this, the pulsation was her Yoni talking to my Lingam, a language of vibration.
Slowly, she said to me.
Slowly begin to move.
Move slowly, to feel, move into the sensation, move into the moment of moving.
Move into the subtlety of slowness.
Allow the movement, don’t make the movement. Your body knows how, there is ancient memory there, ancient wisdom that knows this dance.
And I felt, every ripple, every fold of her Yoni.
Each movement seemed forever, her body opened to deeper and deeper places, and slowly I filled each of these places.
Be still, she said to me, so deep.
Be still.
And I felt the pulsation once more.
And I felt something else, the only words are that the head of my Lingam drank her nectar in, and I tasted her in my heart.
And I melted into that subtle awareness.
In that moment I was no longer, I was life, I was the pulsation.
Slowly the awareness of my body returned, from inside I became form once again.
I lay beside her, no words.
And I knew what the ancients spoke about, sacred sex.
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