Those sacred hands
Those sacred hands of time.
Those sacred hands, masculine hands, trace her in ever-deepening rhythms of sensual exploration. Awake to Her beauty, Her power and Her radiant Beingness.
He moves her in the image of the universe. She, in response, opens wider, fuller, drawing him in.
Acknowledging her sensitive surrender to his touch, He moves her in ways in which she may experience herself anew.
Great paths, around and around, intertwining and undulating over the soft curves of her form.
Shaping her, the interplay of masculine and feminine, direction, and flow.
And deeper, they went, together, intoxicated, sensually merging, re-remembering Truth.
Great monoliths were erected, markers of time and space in the contours of her form.
Such brutality in the claiming, digging into her flesh, ravishing her, making Her His.
She, yielding in undulating pathways of energetic confinement, finds herself once more.
The great scars upon her body, meridians of potent power accumulate, expand, and draw those that seek close.
Her joy, her love of the Beloved carved within the very flesh that birthed Him.
One, who knows the other in the sacred hands of time, comes home to Her once more.
What image do you see or feel when you read and listen to these words?
What do you believe the words are alluding to?
May your soul be fed with your deepest heart’s longings and may you thrive in all ways of love.
Love, Charlotte ♡
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