It’s quite strange that I am made to feel weird for speaking

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It’s quite strange that I am made to feel weird for speaking

It’s quite strange that I am made to feel weird for speaking

It’s quite strange that I am made to feel weird for speaking about my life. I should be able to speak about any aspect of it, without being made to feel ashamed. Is nothing sacred? Yes it is so celebrate it.
Slowly mine fingers down your spine, you lie on your front yearning to be touched, I take my time. If we are to go to the spiritual realm together it can be quick, we must prepare body, soul and mind. So I kiss her neck, she thinks of sex, it is coming, but not yet.
We dance the horizontal dance of those premeditating a crescendo of love, a human version of time travel. We play without time on our minds, waiting for the game of spirits to unravel. She decides it’s time to stop time, so we begin, she wants me deep within, we welcome each other to share everything. We are going to be here forever, this moment so significant that we will carry it from this life to the next, as we lead each other from this room in a house on what we call earth, out of this place, to a spiritual experience you can only travel with another. She is clever, she knows if she whispers in my ear direction, I will take her there before me, she wants to arrive and make sure I know where I am going. Hand in hand we are inseparable, becoming one with the universe once more, she closes her eyes, I close mine & just feel. Building pace, her songs are those that all wish to sing but some never hear, building power, as this power now shared is doubled and we both lay in blissful pleasure leaving these bodies of flesh. Building unity, we aren’t trying to create life, but regenerate each other. She pulls me closer as she starts speaking goddess languages that I have never heard always feel, she lets go, she tells me to come with her, I follow purposefully, as my soul leaves my body. We aren’t imprisoned in human vessels for that moment of eternal reciprocity, we are somewhere else, where nothing matters, that beautiful moment of everything and nothing. Leave us there until we wake… #chakabars

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