My body always feels supple after we make love, In my solitude last night, w/Lucky, eye rememberd the golden ball, it was right where I left it, in my heart,and i remembered the purpose of the moon, Lunception, hehehe, and eye remembered the ocean, the astral waters of Erzulie's dreams that unfurl at the approaching destiny of star-crossed lovers; a far more ancient recollection of past lives leading up to the common ethnic theme of a taboo love, revealing the chaos of freedom.. what really happened between Agwe and La Sirene anyway? did he make her so regret her Erzuli path that she would forsake the romance of virginity for the knowledge of sex, only to inflame her nymphomania to full engorgement, with no true Lover in sight...Desires of my flesh become more incomprehensible with each Vodu ritual, Do i lust for power? or do I lust to fulfill my desires because they make me powerful?
My body always feels supple after we make love, my curves fill out ever so slightly and the lovers glow emits gold radiance from my pores and accumulates in my crown, heart and sacral chakras. When Ti Bon Ange possession ensues Oxum Iyalorde reminds me of my responsibilities to her and thus to myself.
HE GIVES ME ENERGY! Blazon aura and oceanic heart, he sacrifices what he has to achieve equilibrium, if not to re-establish balance, if only for a worthy moment.
I've seen his undesirable qualities in effect and hes been the target of my moments of weakness vented with spontaneous rage. But a Lover is easily distinguished by their expressions, and as it takes one to know one, we recognize the pure Love in each other, the rare perspectives and creative narcissism that we share with each other only confirms what the first orgasms suggested. . . We, Individually, and Faithfully, are .. Lovers...
My body always feels supple after we make love.
There's this thing he does with his mind, with his soul, that convinces me he has Merlin Magick, he creates something intense then detaches from it and from others glorifying opinions of it, leaving himself free to re/create. He makes love that way too, each time a gift of a memory from him to me.
There's this thing i do with my womb, i channel The ancient Goddess from my spirit and generate a femininity so sweet and irresistible, to the Gods, that it's healing components become addictive to those wise enough to taste virgin nectar.
His confidence penetrates my humility and in the chemical reaction we transmute each other...I manifest my desires with optimism and he willingly succumbs to the gravity of our relationship.
My body always feels supple after we make love, because no matter the distance between us, his soul traverses it and mine meets half way, then he fills me with his essence, and everything I touch thereafter becomes a golden ball....
Erzuli-Brijit
Black High Priestess
