Making love

‚ÄčThe root of beauty has pierced my soul, And the marvel of passion has carved thousands lines on palms of my heart. Ending is close, the wounds are bare and my soul is fertile. Inside me, borders are disappearing in mist of love, From a place deep within, a God is rising in a shape…

Beloved poetry …

Heart gets heavy, Before you come, I must change again, Before dawn. I hear your footsteps, Heart trembles, And body becomes weightless. Something races in my blood, And my womb expands In a new air. Alert, quiet, passionate, in love To meet your stream, to hold gently the sacred union of your feminine and my…