I.
His clever tongue sears through my mind
Uplifting me to new heights.
My veins light up stars inside.
My wrists relax as my hands meet His.
I follow the love He gives.

II.
The energy shifts
Flows, and gifts.
I learn to hold and amplify with intention and direction.
My body a conduit and container,
The intensity carves me ecstatic.

III.
Metal me. Trace my skin with steel,
Salt of tears.
Earth gripped between my toes.
My hands flutter over His,
Warmed by His flame,
Stroked back to centering.
Grounded in His love.

IV.
Dear Lover,
Dear Teacher,
Dear above me to my below You,
Dear emulsion of heaviness and eternal wild flames.
He holds me, whispering encouragements.
I’m not just a box. I’m a womb of want and give, take and multiply.
I feel safest with Him. His.

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