I wonder what it’s like, that first time I enter you. I wonder how it will feel as the power of my hardness meets the power of your softness, as the dry manhood finds the moist oasis of your femininity.
I wonder what you feel as I enter you. Will those gates that bring you to heaven scream as they are stretched open? Will you feel the warmth of my soul cover you as raise your cup to meet me?
I can dream, and in this Dreamer’s Tantra I can feel each inch of your holy pleasure and taste each morsel of your gift’s delight. For hours we dance, and into each other we sing. Such is the gift we bring and such is the purpose of our meeting.