Rememries

Loving my Daka Man through every ebb and flow....

Remembering our beginnings, not so long ago....

Remembering the present which is sweet and delicious like kiwi strawberry with a dash of cinnamon and sweetened with agave....

Mmmm.....

Remembering the soft roll of your lips against the hard pearl of my womanhood, teasing and pulling me to delightful rage...

The sweet taste of your reluctant orgasms inside my mouth gliding along my tongue...

The droplets of your essence sprinkled on my taste buds like the nutrient richness of volvic sea salt sprinkled on the tartness of a firm green apple...

Your body is my orchard, ready for me to roam and delight in every nook and cranny, devouring your treasures to my heart's desire...

The billowing of gray clouds above is not the destruction of a hurricane but rather the earth-drenching rain of the healing waters of your love...

Your lightning rod and the roll of your thunder shattering my earth nourishes what were once the dry weeds of my existence...

Where ground was once scorched, now full with lush growth...

Gentle pounding of pelvis against pelvis is mutual delight...

My thighs encircle your waist in fearful surrender...

Opening of my body signaling that I OSUN am eternally yours...

Pouring forth of my powerful orgasm alongside the dainty sounds of lady-love pushing you harder and higher into the power of you - SANGO...

One moment of disconnection until I am rolled over onto my belly, cheeks high and spread wide...

The maelstrom of your love reentering the wet darkness of the sacred temple of the moon, its corridors narrow and firm...

The heat of your breath and the tickle of your cheek against my neck fills me with the passionate desire to mesh and meld with you completely...

In an instant the explosive tickle of one final and mutual orgasm allows the bright sun to break through the rolling clouds...

Rolling onto our sides we rest in greener, now watered pastures...

Spent, our eyes drift into the satiated lullaby of breathy sleep...

New womb for new twins, locked within a sac of togetherness...

We, breath in sync, have merged...

I pray you accept this blessing with gratitude...

I am grateful to have been so blessed with the power of you...

Assimilating you into the essence of my being...

You ARE my Afrakan healing love...

Always your Dakini Woman

Arriving Again... We Arrive, revisited

We embark

I take this opportunity to let you know that I recognize who we are

I am the song of sparrows and you are the beat of the drum

You are ancient and I am eternal

I, joyous... you, triumphant

We stand at the dropoff point of the abyss of paradise and embrace within a circle of fire

in your arms I am honored

in my arms you are loved

love rains down upon us

More than love... a new emotion

Intergalactic partners spinning through star-filled galaxies

In my moon temple you are the spirit of the sun

we are Geminids racing through the universe

meteors packing a powerful punch

we are the force of blackness threatening a powerful extinction level event

I, black woman... you, black man

we are the solidarity of unity

our chakras align

we meet at brow, heart and sacrum

the most high connects us at crown, throat, plexus and root

in my center is heaven and you are God

you spew powerful magenta glowing light into the glory box of my being

I stand on your shoulders in balance

balancing on your might I am the totem of love and you are the totem of power

my cocoa brown face greets the glowing green light of your eyes

eyes wide with determination, you are steady and unafraid

your heart beats steady with strength

your pulse beneath my feet is kundalini through my soul

we are emerging in that infinitessimal space where we see no division between us

in that liminal place between one and two

you are the power behind my purpose

I am the purpose behind your power

you are my rock my hero and my heart piece

i am your softness your pleasure and your lover

we are becoming

i am the music that tames the savage beast and the ray of light that opens the door to a sovereign place

you are the maelstrom of lightning, thunder, wind and rain

you, thundering sango, i river osun

finally, i, the priestess of passion, and you, the warrior of love

We arrive

The Lover's Touch

The Lover asked: How would you like me to touch you?

The Lover answered:

I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far far away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my skin, the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am...

I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love me, but unable to see me. Touch my face, my breasts, my belly, my toes... learn what I "look" like, imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my shape.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands, radiating love energy with every stroke. Feel the energy penetrating through skin, through flesh, entering into the cells of my body.

I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through your hands. Feed on me, drink deeply and draw from your touch the love that I hold for you.

I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands, as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries out for your touch, yearns to be fed.

I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly caressing the edge of my being.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as you caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues.

I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me, allowing me to reveal my inner self to you.

I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture, and were now feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas, enjoying the finished product.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were fire, burning away the dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were sponges, soaking up the essence of my being.

I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by dampening my skin you enliven my spirit.

I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet.

I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician, and your touch brought forth different sounds from different parts of me.

I would like you to touch me as if I were a rare jewel, precious and valuable.

I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover.

© Diana Daffner. All Rights Reserved.

All About AfroTantra

Love is definitely in the air! It's spring again and the amazing flow of intimate connection is touching one and all of us. This past January, my partner and I decided to embark on a journey to romantic wholeness that promised to affect each and every person that came into our auric field. That journey was and is AfroTantra. One Black Man, one Black Woman, and love forever fulfilled. The following is the passion behind our purpose. We hope you enjoy.

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The Dakini says 'Love' in 2008

Dakini says 'Love' in 2008

History reinvents itself once again in four years, and where do we stand in life and love? I must admit that love is my main concern. This consciousness shift is especially significant to Black culture, being that this is a time when the alleged 300-year Willie Lynch curse draws to its predicted close. Black on Black love is nearing its pinnacle, and we lovers are at the helm.

*AfroTantra* found its beginnings when the experience of love flooded in and joined two seekers on the path to Divine Union. AfroTantra is the culmination of nearly 25 years of study and practice of the art of Sacred Black Love.

She is a tantric adept who practices the art of sensual dance and studies all aspects of women's health, sexuality and spirituality. She also writes and educates about these topics from a womanist perspective while giving honor to the man and his role in the divinity of life.

He is a master at the art of sexual kung fu and long time wellness educator whose focus has been Sacred Black Love, self-empowerment and men's health. His teaching style is both funny and loving, and his command of the subject is outstanding.

Love is Love

There is no thing on earth that compares to him. He is champagne wish and caviar dream in beautiful black package, lovingly delivered by the divine. Phenomenal and awestriking. She was long overdue for sheer passion and universe delivered him happily, as the culmination of many years of hard labor in love. Love is easy with Sacred Black Love.

She is wondrous fair. Hard edges fall away under his touch. Frightening but amazing all the while. He's known no 'she' like this 'she', who is so brilliant, yet so sexy. She is his goddess and his gift, granted by the divine, and he accepts with abandon. Sacred Black Love is the energy that fills his heart with stillness amid the chaos of life, and she is the manifestation.

Had they never touched one another that very first time, they would have never learned the magic of the mystical sea of love, and thus, never learned new things about themselves. The eyes of their hearts would never have opened, mysterious treasures never reclaimed. The very thought of loving opened a sacred truth, and that truth was the light of the sacred touch that found their love. This is love power. The power of Sacred Black Love.

AfroTantra reclaims the power of that love by exploring the Afrakan origins of the sacred love arts, and by reintroducing the sacred dance for the modern lover.

Sexuality Revisited and Redefined

AfroTantra encourages open and honest communication between partners, and introduces, again and for the very first time, the art of selfless giving and receiving of love. In the absence of shame, guilt and judgment, respect and growth occur in the sanctity of the intimate relationship. AfroTantra adds vision and dimension to the experiences of Black loving and Black sexuality. Removing and eradicating the extremes of 'freakish' and 'frigid' while addressing the horrors of sexual violence, AfroTantra creates a space where sacred sexuality and sacred loving can manifest not only in the bedroom but in all aspects of everyday life.

Experiencing Divine Union through Sacred Black Love

Black lovers are filling their lives with pleasure, love and joy every day with Sacred Black Love. Imagine love at its pinnacle and colors brighter than ever before. Imagine tender eye-gazes while making love by candlelight, and in the stillness singing songs of passion, finding new notes to love's melodious tone. Imagine making love in utter darkness, not knowing where one ends and the other begins: in the sacred darkness finding absolute union and becoming one.

Love is the story, constantly unfolding and evolving. AfroTantra is the universe's new lesson, telling the old story of rebirth. The reinvention of our history is upon us. Where will we stand as the changes in our culture unfold? As fear falls away, only love can remain. 2008 prepares us for a fresh start. Are we, lovers, ready? Making this year and every year abundant in love begins with us. Make this our best year ever. You have the power. The power of Sacred Black Love.