I want electromagnetic attraction that gives me a fluidic desire to lick my lips and clinch my thighs.
And delivers liberation on the tip of a crystal
Soul touching soul beyond the confines of physicality but through the corridors and core doors of the physical body where metaphysical portals superimpose flesh.
I want commitment to the moment without expectation.
I'm not talking superficial frivolity, I desire monogamy coupled with free-will autonomy.
The central axis of our revolution and evolution around each other is a deep devotion, a sincere dedication to healing.
We as healers, revealers, bouncing rejuvenating codes off one another's bones and muscles and brain waves. And touching the spine of intimacy's most sacred components.
Tools of the trade.
Visions of vitalizing sex made manifest in the bedroom of the Mansion of Supreme Pleasure. Seeing glimpses of God through the window and cries of every color that recalibrate the cells internal spinning to oscillate at frequencies closer to the stars.
Forget labels and terms and conditions, I want fingers and tongues and hips and voices to harmonize and raise the stones and give us back our Circle and return us our serpents and reconsecrate our Passion as sacred and healing and vital for the upliftment of the soul into spirit into Godhead into Glory Be shakin our bodies and shedding our skin of shame.
And reclaiming our naked truth.
And tears of joy blending with tears of joy and painting a renewed picture of the commingling of currents.