TANTRIC ENTICEMENTS

One day I had No Idea...No Idea...I just had No Idea,
Only yearning to recoup the source of the universal panacea.
Daydreaming of the bliss of a symmetrically tight fit,
The inevitable result of recalling an easily acquired habit.
Thoughts, fantasies, and dreams help me savor my anticipation,
Silent incantation secretly praying for a hypertantric relation.

I’ll be your dear one if you’ll be my darling,
For truly I find you both lithe and charming.
The uncontained fierceness of your exhuberant caress,
Supercedes and compliments our preference for finesse.
Enflamement with prayer, the fullness of emptiness,
Holds consuming implications for stellar sex and happiness.

Energized enthusiasm helps us realize the full measure of devotion,
That burning must be cured through a well-stirred potion.
Harnessing orgasmic spiritual potential is the gist of tantric credo,
Rising on that energy, channeling serpentine flames of fiery libido.
Dwelling in higher realms, consciously realizing we are co-eternal,
While rooted in Earth, simultaneously exploring abysses so cavernal.

Come join me in the soulful bliss of periodic renewal,
Fill me up with irridescent pearls as your lover you bejewel.
Energies meet at the thousand-petalled crown of the fleshly nexus,
Superconducting kundalini rising through each chakra plexus.
We can only allude to that which is wordlessly auspicious,
The royal couple savor the taste of that ambrosial wine so delicious.

Plunge into the great within where my mysteries are hidden,
That intimate realm where for lovers nothing is forbidden.
Take it any way you want to, my mobile shape-shifter,
Simultaneously manifesting energy of a loving spiritual uplifter.
We now see the rosy dawn of clear inner light brightening,
Which illuminates a blooming lotus like robustly flashing lightning.

A column of auric light springs forth full-blown like Pallas,
Depending on the generating power of your rapidly expanding phallus.
After the long, hard ride of my unabashed and disarmored lancer,
I only, my love, am your solution, your naked loving answer.
To speak frankly to you thus titilates and tickles my fancy,
My speech flagrantly uncensored, betraying no hesitancy.

Recovering those secure feelings after an emotional crisis,
Can be like raising the dead Osiris, by loving wife Isis.
Penetrate the interior of the earth on a summer’s sensual visit,
And there find the secret of philosophers, considered most exquisite.
Sing the Ode to Joy of lovers who are romantically idealistic,
The intuitive execution of this holy act is spiritually ritualistic.

Your clarion call comes to me, a deep sultry sound voiced;
That sonorous sound makes my morning all dewy and moist.
The virtues of this sacred art the Kama Sutra long did extol,
Churning of the milk of heaven, secret elixer, quintessence VITRIOL.
Who wouldn’t willingly pay the ultimate price for philosophical gold,
And find and reveal the deep secrets that our inner places enfold.

Fly with me to new heights as feelings and sensations intensify,
Dive deep to find all these impressions arouse and deeply satisfy.
This heavenly body is a spiritual vessel and the alchemical retort,
Only the divine is the infinite power behind this astral transport.
You now, my love, are a god with mighty muscular force endowed,
Sent from heaven I wrap around you and completely enshroud.

Back and forth like the hefty swinging weight of a heavy pendulum,
Constantly recreating the Hermetic seal of a vaginal vacuum.
Inhaling the scent of nature, pheromone’s sweet perfume,
An intoxicating aroma custom blended to match each love’s bloom.
Time and again allow arousal to subside in a minor detour,
Then lovingly shoot straight for the moon of blissful amour.

Dancing together, peaking and plateauing in a hedonistic marathon,
Reveling in pleasures unknown to Crowley’s scarlet Whore of Babylon.
I am charmed and transformed by your waving magickal wand,
Together we joyously build a body of indestructible diamond.
Let’s see how long that crescendo of response we can prolong,
Only the shared language of arousal is our unleashed love song.

Changing speed and simultaneous expectations together collude,
Changing focus channels aspirations toward a higher amplitude.
Arousal rises in a wavelike pattern, turning into a whirlpool,
We spasm rhythmically in a psychedelic jackpot at the vestibule.
Euphoric reflex triggers aftershocks of an earthshaking simile,
This shared emotional peak experience is much more than hyperbole.