My hands,
Dexterous in their palpation
And reverent in their caress,
Sculpt my breasts
Into sweet luminous mounds
Of warm Venus-kissed flesh.
When once they were hidden stones,
Separate
And unfeeling,
They have become a secret garden
Of transcendent writhing
And abundant plenty,
Connected by hand, heart, spirit and loin.
*** This poem was inspired by a wonderfully written post on breast massage and self-love by The Empress Hexe and The Emperor, one of my favourite bloggers (or set of bloggers…). I absolutely love their spiritual approach to the kinkier aspects of sex and sexuality. Their reverence for the body, for sexual pleasure and pain, for spiritual connection is very refreshing in a profane world often void of the sacred. ***
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One of the twins, “Thelma”. The other is “Louise”… of course. Art by TJ.
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beauty to behold
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Beautiful writing as always TJ and thanks for the mention. Reblogging 😉
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Reblogged this on Empress Hexe and The Emperor and commented:
A beautiful poem celebrating the breasts, one of the deep symbols of the feminine energies
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Very cool artwork
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Thanks! I made that one last year. It was a mistake of sorts.
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Mistake for you is a win for the rest of us.
😊
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This poem is as succulent and tempting as the beautiful mounds of flesh it describes. It cries out its warmth and sustenance in lyrical word and with rampant desire. Well written, Empress!
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Thank you Brad!
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sigh…lovely….thank you for making my afternoon 😉
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Glad to have done so! 😉😉😉
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It’s so lovely 😊 to see your beautiful body again
Glad you feel good to flaunt it
I missed you💋
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Getting the creative juices flowing again!
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