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In the Arches National Park, the most common shape is an erect penis

For me, that's Shiv Lingam everywhere

Seems like the stone nature agrees with human nature

Why cage one of the primary needs of any human being?

 To comply with social norms and religious doctrines 

that were set up by the powerful to rule over the powerless?

 

In Hindu culture, we worship Shiv Linga to respect human nature

as well as to admire the strength of men and women

Because with the erect penis, 

there are often strong and warm homes for them

like earth, like ocean

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(Written on August 2, 2023, after the magical trip 

in India where I felt the presence of Lord Shiv

I can't explain why most of my spiritual encounters

are mixed with erotic experiences)

heavy mahogany window pushed open a little wider

moonlight sneaked in

her curve radiating a creamy glow

 cicadas of the garden 

orchestrating a soothing lullaby 

her eyes shut

in peace and serenity

deep in dreams

on the corners of her mouth

a rosy flush hung

what fairyland you flew off to?  

kneeling next to her arm

he gazed down at her hair

what refreshing scent of jasmine 

his lips found her earlobe

"You're my Goddess"

he nibbled

skimmed along her glowing skin

his long tender fingers

stroking, caressing, nipping

his eyes tracked along 

her hips her thighs 

her calfs her ankles

her belly her breasts

like a studious apprentice

he examined her body

part by part

how elegantly shaped a pair of breasts

no aggression no compulsion

calm and satin

formlessly melts into your palm

his hands cupping them

cradling, fondling, squeezing

restless and mischievous

wet and warm

his tongue glued to the hardened nipples

teasing and tickling

sending shivers to her core

how full her body

silky but solid

delicate yet firm

chill though blazing

to her neck his mouth moved up

more and more relentless his gaze turned

never to stray from her face his eyes were

"ah"

she moaned lightly

still in her dreams

"mmm"

her eyebrows bending in rhythm

eyelids struggling to unfold

"my lord, you were dancing in your cave,

merely a moment ago..."

she murmured

"ah"

her lips parted in protest

biting down into the lower lip

"my lord!"

her fingers coiling onto the linen

"what's the matter?" 

to her ears he whispered

"you don't approve of my little soldiers?"

"ah!"

her hips sent into a sudden upward curl

"my lord!" 

her eyes flickering with moonlight

gazing back into the infinity of his

he pulled her in 

sliding on the fine linen

like a cobra king with its pray 

his arms around hers 

his thighs circling hers

enwrapped

not a chance to escape   

"you don't welcome me to my cave?"

"as you said, it's your cave,

your home,

whenever you wish,

my lord"