There are few who know the true meaning of this lost art.
Fire at the base of spine ignites
Passions splendor
Power rising - a slithering serpent
Tongue of blue flame
Engulfing us - mystic vibrations
Surge like waves
Upon the shores of your breasts
The sand melts hot
The lava of blue volcanoes
Spraying the womb
Of joy
We are falling into pools of light
With a white dragon's breath
Our passions melding
Into one
Then the sweet dream
As we roam through tender
Nights
Our souls now sealed
With a kiss
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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