Visualise yourself as an erotic red goddess:
Symbol of dedication and passion.
Three eyes - blazing with
Her tongue is lustful, with the purifying
power of her inner fire.
She is naked, with dishevelled
Symbolic of freedom from the bonds of
She is the intuition:
A reminder that everything must pass.
Blazing like a fire:
She expresses her wisdom-essence,
by embracing her lover without restraint!
The Subtle Senses
Each sucks the nectar
from the other's lips,
breathing lightly - so lightly.
In those willowy hips
the passion beats.
The mocking eyes
are bright like stars.
The tiny drops of sweat
are like a hundred fragrant pearls.
The sweet full breasts
like a gentle stream,
reaches the heart of the peony
and they taste the joys of love
in perfect harmony.
The Golden Lotus
the Crest of a Wave
The lovers took off their
And sat side by side within the silken
On coverlets of the rarest
Perfumed with orchids and musk.
They laughed and played together,
the flush of desire mounted to their brow,
the passion in their hearts made them tremble.
then performed the mystery of the clouds
And whatever the wine
sat on the bed,
lady played the flute for him:
bamboo or stone, not played on strings,
This is the song of
an instrument that lives,
That makes the emerald tassles
Who can say what the tune
is, or the key?
The red lips open wide.
slender fingers play their part daintily.
in – deep out.
hearts grow wild with passion.
There are no words to
tell of the ecstacy that thrills.
from : The Golden Lotus
who has Blessed me
Shakti who has blessed me
Shakti who has excited me
Shakti who has filled me with anticipation
Shakti who has blessed me, has revealed pure
passion and fire
I humbly kneel before thee
unable to stare at intensity of your auric
Shakti, you stand tall and proud
in the knowledge of releasing pleasures unbound
a dancer in the twilight
arms lifted to universe, drawing power, energizing
your soft shimmering gown
hides little of the veiled beauty so becoming
Nervously I lift my eyes feasting upon your
Gateway of Pleasure
it's pure curves, smooth, a divine symbol
with trepidation I open my mouth to taste
of the sweet nectar
your Jade Pearl, now revealed, no longer
glistening, swollen, throbbing
transfering its sexual powers and energies
I feed hungrily upon it and eagerly
knowing it to cast a spell so powerful so
Still kneeling, with your beauty I am overcome
my gaze transfixed upon your bejewelled breasts
heaving, as you pant with anticipation
hot sweat glides and glistens, steam rises
I rise slowly, clasping you, sharing kunadlini
our bodies slide, melting together enveloped
by a spell of desire
our tongues dance and flicker, we become
one in passion
we experience our union of pure energies,
Shakti power, universal eros.
Dance dance dance in the twilight fulfilling
Essence of Love
Tell me my silent Master
O my Lord
What worship may open me
To my Beloved's Lotus Bloom?
The stars and the moon
With no sound at all
Each cycle of the Universe
In silent prayers,
Welling up with the
Essence of Love!
Song of the Baul Mystics, Bengal, India
The Pleasure Chamber
Decorate the pleasure chamber
with beautiful pictures and fine objects,
upon which the eye may dwell with delight.
Scatter some musical instruments and refreshments,
rosewater, essences, fans,
books containing amorous songs
and illustrations of love postures.
Let splendid wall lights gleam,
reflected by wide mirrors,
while both man and woman having no reserve
or false shame,
give themselves up in complete nakedness
to their unrestrained passions
upon a fine bed, ornate with many useful
and covered with a canopy.
Sprinkle the sheets with flowers and scent,
and let sweet incense be burned.
Here, the lovers may enjoy each other
in ease and comfort,
gratifying each other's every wish and whim.
Fire and Water
Then she undressed until she was quite naked.
Bahoul fell into ecstasy
on seeing the beauty and perfection of her
He looked at her magnificent thighs
and rebounding navel,
at her belly vaulted like an arch,
her plump breasts standing out like hyacinths.
Her neck was like a gazelle's.
The opening of her mouth was like a ring.
Her lips fresh and red like a gory sabre.
Her teeth might have been taken for pearls,
and her cheeks for roses.
Her eyes were black and well slit.
Her forehead was like the full moon in the
Bahoul began to embrace her and suck her
to kiss her bosom and bite her thighs.
So he went on until she was ready to swoon
and could scarcely stammer
and her eyes became veild.
He looked lovingly on her secret parts,
beautiful enough to attract all eyes
with their purple centre.
The Perfumed Garden