Open eyes gaze at a beautiful flower, A rose wet with morning dew, Glistening from its rosy pink petals. Gently I brush the stalk for a closer inspection, The sweet smell and beauty arising inspiration. Like a bee searching for nectar, I probe in a little further…… Drips of rose water touch my lips, Nature’s sacred love at my finger tips. Leaving me breathless, no words can explain, Breathing in life from another being, Hearing them elated in passionate scream, Moving with their flow like a raging stream. Built up like a river trapped at a dam, A curved bank needing a ram. The water now flowing giving life to all, Radiating from within to their skin to my skin and back again. A circular flow of energy from two to one, Building as their minds become entangled in the divine under the setting sun.
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