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

Dakini, Reinvented

Baubles, bangles and beads are hauntingly beautiful, swaying in the wind, mythologized by jazz greats. Sweltering summer days and sweet summer nights and vacations to such paradisios as San Jose and Mallorca.

After an intensely emotional few weeks of loss and remembrance, came this weekend with new experiences and sacred blessings.

I made love to my lover and companion this weekend for the very first time.

Strange?

Each experience no less beautiful, no less passionate, this experience was humbling, connected and new all at once. Travel with me....


His face is beautiful. Simply divine. The messages of his eyes and his lips anoint my soul with loving anticipation. He is slender, but this night his body is unusually formed, full and broad in my eyes. His glance is intense and his arms are shelter.

Sitting in the parlor we exchange coy glances filled with the knowing familiar to lovers old and new. My soul is ready, but restless. The touch of his hand in mine quiets my anxiety. His touch is devoid of harm.

No words are exchanged that hint at the journey we will embark upon soon. He takes my hands and leads me onto the stairway to heaven: ascending toward our sacred boudoir where our experience will take place.

I worship him, God, towering before me... bare, beautiful bright beige skin. Green eyes glowing with the power of the sea. Kneeling before him, he is Pygmalion, I Galatea... He molds me out of the blessed dust of passion and into the aether of love.

Candlelight glows eerily in the sacredness of our private temple. Our eyes meet. Our lips meet. Supine, I receive him, first tense and apprehensive, but yielding to the burrowing of his very self into the core of my feminine being. My mind is gone away now and only the shell of me is left. My doubts subside, the selfishness of my heart withers away.

The release of my barriers signal to him that the time has come to place me firmly on the throne of the Goddess, facing him, her divine consort. I find that our passion has the power to incarnadine, as the mystical green sea of his eyes are made red in the flickering glow of our temple.

He is Sango, god of lightning and thunder, wielding his lightning rod with power and command, protecting and honoring the sacred temple gates. As I straddle the firmness of his beautiful, god-body, absorbing the electricity generated by his blessed lightning rod and the power of his roaring thunder, Goddess emerges. As passion floods in, the song of my voice summons Osun, surrendering to those sensations, familiar and exciting... shedding my earthly self with finality... embodying all that is lovely, and new, and sacred.

His lightning strikes again and yet again, followed by the rolling thunder of his power, illuminating my soul and making the glow of my cocoa brown skin merge with the glow of the candles in our temple, now half burned. Each strike empowering, each roll forcing my very surrender, the experience healing, for the love of a God can only heal the soul of his Goddess.

Tickled and nearly spent, teetering on the verge of sanity, I submit completely, and Sango recognizes the call of my heart and my sanctus sanctorum. I, deserving, am placed supine upon the altar of Sango, reserved for only the most blessed and only for the most sacred of blessings.

Sango solidifies my reign by crowning my loins with the fire of his breath and the touch of his moist, firm lips. He worships me through the torrential rains invoked by the storm of his lightning rod, the roll of his thunder bolt. He crowns me mate and companion, lover and friend, pledging his forever love as he kneels before his own altar upon which I lay before him... his gift, bare, receiving.

My soul can wait no longer. I explode, shattering into one million shards of golden bliss. Osun travels. Osun soars over distant rainbows, out into the universe, clothed only with the sun-clad sky. My body is hot, drenched with the rains of love.

His ceremony continues uninterrupted by the frenzied throes of my passion. Oblivious, what embers remain are kindled into roaring fire which in less than a few moments burns to explosion yet again.

We are warm. Each part of my body is satiated, spent. He absorbs my energy which increases his fire, empowering him to dance this sacred dance again, very, very soon.

Drained, I turn onto my side and he lays behind me, penetrating my precious, sacred temple in silent meditation. I am far away, but present at once. I am the earth, my knees mountains, my breasts hills. A river flows out of me and away into the sea. And he is the sun, rising between and over the mountains, bathing the hills in light, and finally setting behind the deep ocean of my crown.

We are one.

We are the happening.

New ears for new music and new eyes for the most distant things.

Possibilities are now probable. I, black magick woman, am found by my divine man.

None of this possible had it not been for the first, blessed, beautiful touch. Right there on the steps of that dark venue, darker even with night. In the cold of approaching winter, An exchange of heat signals the beginning of divine union.

If I had never touched you the
first time

I'd have never felt your magic
moving me

Never learned more about the
mystical sea of love

Never learned more about myself

Never regained my feminine mystery

Never opened my heart's eye

Never felt the magic of your
loving arms

Never


I'd have never learned my truth
again

Never healed under the light of
your sacred touch

Never seen the sounds of precious
silence

Never touched the center of
my love or called your name

Your name is my champagne wish and
my caviar dream

Wishes and dreams have never
filled me with so much hope

Never


If I had never touched you the
first time

I could never have given you the
very soul of myself

This is an affirmation of love

This is my secret part

I am giving it to you

Thank you for letting me touch you

For making possible all those
things that would have never
chanced themselves

Because without your touch I could
have never loved you

and I love you

and I love you

That blessed touch
found our love


These words, old, just today made new. Bless you Daka Man, Love Warrior, Yoni Master. Your divine touch has made me whole. You are my true lover. I thank you.

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.

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