Meet me on the platform underneath the cherry trees.
I’m waiting there, as your priestess, good girl on her knees.
Come closer and let me hold you,
sit on the shore of my private ocean, let me be your cocoon.
We’re at the rock that we visit in my mind’s eye,
by the waterfall with a with a view, waves crashing silvery divine.
The sun is just setting, its warm amber glow graces your hair,
The kundalini is rising as I draw you into my lair.
It's nothing less than healing when you enter me,
the clean air and pulsing make you breathe clarity.
It is knowing of the highest power,
I could lay back and love you for hours and hours.
My heart is beating like a pump, pulling you in deeper, then pushing you out,
and each breath feels like poison when your touch I’m without.
I have to go into sweet surrender,
that place where I love you,
I have to drop into my heart, close my eyes ,and remember.
Vibrating in bliss we sit in the flower of life,
reviving each other with the honey of our hive.
The lustful life-force of our inner most secrets
magnetizing each other with Love of the deepest,
salivating over the forgotten sweetness
that was lost in debris when our spirits showed weakness.
Here, now, It’s raining outside but I’m holding sacred space,
My Love for you cannot be conquered by hate.
Nostalgia may fade before the bestowing of the glory,
that comes with the magical transcendence of our story.
Whatever it is you are birthing right now,
My scent will coat it’s existence, to my love you are vowed,
If you are confused and have lost your way,
remember when you are SO lost, you’re found, it is there I will stay.
Meet me on the platform underneath the blossoms,
you're coming home to your matrix, so there’s no need for your condoms.
Just open your heart and give me your soul,
I will milk its evolution until we remerge with the whole.