As you so attend, you and your beloved approach
a most playful ritual. Your tongue laps her
delta and slips into the entrance of her Womb as her legs laurel
your head. Then, she takes your Reed into her mouth and addresses
it as precious tongue. Your legs halo her.
In so many ways
can you now twist and turn, slip and slide in and out of
each other
until the many languages of your beloved tongues speak. Her
Womb hears you. She reads the desire of your licking. She
sucks you
as you suck and dip into her sweet delta waters. Your Reed
advances with great courage as she opens more deeply, plays
with you most
delightfully, draws you ever deeper. You are steel and overcome
the righteous fears of her deep, dark Memory of Obliteration.
Like a flower sinking roots, a tree grappling
further and further into the soil, so your Reed is transformed
by her. She
invites
you onto the stage, there to speak. She asks you to speak
to her of Her and of Him. Your Reed is now hers, she speaks
through you. Your mouth merges with her Womb. You breathe as
one.
You
pleasure as one. You creatively imagine as one. So proceeds
the ritual of tuning, of discovering your shared Living
Earth vibration.
This, a ritual of listening with your full body
and of speaking with your many tongues—this is how beloveds speak with
one voice. This is the ourobic
embrace.
Continue—Embrace
