Sacred Poetry {Erotic & Sensual Musings}

I love poetry. Reading it. Writing it. Living it.

Feeling it roll off of my eager tongue and lips.

The way words caress my heart and soul as I read or scrawl them down onto paper.

There’s something so sacred and beautiful about how the words and meanings weave together, creating an experience. A story. A sacred portal to embody who we are and what we desire further. I wanted to share a few poems that I’ve written recently. I don’t have names for them at this time…they will probably remain unnamed. That’s the beauty of it sometimes!

{{Sacred Poetry}}

The body.
The temple.
The softness.
The subtlety.
The sacredness.
Flowing.
Round.
Warm.
Wet.
Open.
Receptive.
Leaning into the feeling of being in this skin.
Of being in these bones.
The lines that turn into rivers.
The shapes that bend and flex over thighs, hips and collar bones.
The way breasts melt into your hands.
The nectar deep within the womb.
Stirs.
Flows.
Courses.
She fills.
She dips.
She sways.
Medicinal.
Magnetic.
Aphrodite in between your legs.
Worship her.
She is holy.
She is wise.
She is your guide.
Your compass.

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Flowers are medicinal.
They speak to me.
Their beauty captivates me.
Enchants me.
They put me under their hypnotic spell.
They whisper lovingly.
I lean in and listen.
They cradle drops of moonlit dew.
The lush petals unfurl with the rising sun.
They greet the blades of grass swaying in the wind.
The butterflies sip their sweet, divine nectar.
The flowers share their wisdom.
Their medicine.
Their potent, healing beauty.
The sacred queens of the plant kingdom.
Exquisite.
Intricate.
Delicate.

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I will forever be fascinated by the power of ritual.
The beauty, meaning and pleasure found in ritual that only comes from deep trust and sensual surrender.
From being free and wild with a lusty heart.
There is a temple around me and within me.
It calls me home to my desire.
If I slow down, I can feel it all.
I can savor it all.
The scent of holy smudge filling the room as I move with my body.
I trust her.
I feel her.
I surrender to her.
I allow her to guide me.
Through the prayer that rolls off of my lips as I run my hands up and down my thighs.
Through the way that I close my eyes and sink deeper into who I am.
Through the shedding of layers and shattering of illusions.
I melt.
I breathe.
Deeply.
Slowly.
In this ritual, I honor.
I celebrate.
I bow down to my own divinity.
I remember who I am.
I feel her inside of me.
No longer asleep.
The Goddess.
She is awakened and embodied.
She stirs from the pit of my belly.
The depths of my womb.
The sacred portal to all that I am.
And all that I will be.

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Morning light.
Holy worship.
This body.
This moment.
This temple.
Shadows weaving.
Intersecting.
Lovers dancing.
Eyes closed.
Lips parted.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Moving slowly.
Oh so slowly.
Reveling.
Coming together.
Drifting apart.
Coming together.
Prism of light.
Illuminating desire.
Welcoming me home.
To this body.
This moment.
This temple.

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To unleash the light we must embody the dark.
We must be in it.
We must be with it.
Cloaked in it.
Covered head to toe.
Immersed.
We must travel within.
Exploring the crevices.
The spaces that we didn’t know existed.
We must revel fully in them.
Not searching, but being.
Not asking, but receiving.
It will course.
It has its own pulse.
Its own heart beat.
Whatever it is.
The emotion.
The feeling.
The presence.
The energy.
It needs no label.
It simply IS.
It demands space.
Nothing but space.
Surrender.
Trust.
Sinking further into the deep, dark depths.
It will soon feel warm.
Like a womb.
As it fills you.
Heals you.
Releases you.
You don’t know what it even is.
But you know it’s all you need.
Right now.
This moment.
This presence.
This space to be.
To be.
To embody.
To awaken.
To let go of what no longer serves you.
To melt into truth.
To feel it.
To be in it.
To be with it.
To be.

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There’s something about fall…something about October…
It stirs the sleepyness deep in my belly.
Pulls out my inner shadows.
Invites them to dance.
Seduces them.
Sways with them.
There’s a part of me that lusts.
Longs.
Craves.
The dark needs.
The erotic feel of it all.
The raw, naked emptiness as I release.
Layers that are ancient.
So old I’m not quite sure how they survived all these years.
They must have remained hidden.
Interwoven in the strings of my heart.
Pulsing.
Desiring.
Etching themselves in.
Nestling further.
The masks come off now.
They unravel.
They come undone.
There is only truth and beauty beneath them.
This is the season for letting go.
For putting myself under my own love spell.
Enchantment in all ways.
Romance and tangled limbs between lovers.
Embraces so warm I don’t want to let go.
But I must.
I must.
I’ll carry their warm, cozy memory in my heart forever.
They’ll slide delicately under my skin and remain there for lifetimes.
They might collect dust.
They might bruise.
They might cause me pain.
They might cause me joy.
They might crack my heart open.
But they’ll somehow always retain their warmth.
Their own beating heart.
Their pulse.
They’ll remain alive.
Even when they haunt me.
And they seem like a ghost.
These warm memories will remain alive.
And I don’t mind.
But I must move on.
I must.

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Have you ever noticed…
The exquisite beauty of a rose?
Velvet petals.
Soft like the inside of thighs.
The deepest shade of crismon red.
Furling. Folding. Hidden.
Secrets buried deep in the labyrinth of the rose.
Treasures of sacred wisdom embedded in the center.
The fragrance of the goddess.
Ripe with passion and pleasure.
Inhaling her delicate scent.
Intoxicated.
Hypnotized.
Enchanted.
You’re under her spell now.
Forever more.
Bewitched by the softness.
The way she embodies light and dark.
Divinity and shadow.
Seduction.
Beauty.
Ritual.
The sacred queen of the flower realm.
She sits beautifully among the altar.
Candles illuminating her feminine essence.
Her intricate petals.
Her scarlet aura.
She is sensuality.
Sexuality.
Alchemy.
The Goddess.
The Priestess.
The rose.

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Honor the softness of your feminine, sensual body.
Your sacred temple.
Your body is worth celebrating.
Worth worshipping.
Worth holding as sacred.
You are a treasure.
A treasure worth seeking.
Worth finding.
Worth exploring.
You are infinite, orgasmic and fluid.
The sacred nectar that is your divine sexuality flows freely and abundantly through you.
Awakened.
Embodied.
Celebrated.

On another sensual note, I’m excited to personally invite you to join me for a FREE online event and sensual party on Tuesday 10/20/15 @ 8pm EST known as the Sensual Soiree Online Temple: Awaken & embody your sensuality by cultivating deep self-love, harnessing your sexual energy & tapping into your sacred feminine essence!   
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Here’s what we’ll be covering:

>>The power of medicinal self-love & how to over-flow with love for yourself {with plenty to share}

What calls to your heart and soul? Is it poetry? Or something else? What taps you into your sensual, erotic nature in a creative way? 

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