Sanctum Sanctorum

A Aparna Chatterjee Aparna Chatterjee
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I've preserved it Taken care of it Nurtured it Nourished it With all my love And gentle care… Kept it clean Showering every day It smells nice and fresh Of soap and gel, After every bath If you inhale me You'll feel the freshness Of what I say… Though sometimes I just let it be Not that clean So it retains Its home-grown smell… Amidst the foliage Of nature's care Hidden deep inside The lustrous hair Of soft and tender Pinkish folds… Like a holy mound Of virgin skin Its very source Emanates a sweet smell Of that precious nectar They call Amrit. And when it flows, It makes me feel like A woman all over… Wanting, wishing, longing And waiting and waiting… For that auspicious moment When far beyond the horizons, The earth would meet the sky And the sanctum sanctorum Of my very being… Would be offered The potent seeds of life. I can wait aeons and aeons For that blessed hour to come by This birth, next birth, This life, next life Many more births and lives… When the man in you Would orgasm with the woman In me… Gyrating to the eternal dance of Rhythmic pleasure within me… Soft and slow Hard and long Arousing, titillating, Orgasming and melting… With the silent beats of Of two hearts rhythming in unison And the lilting song of two bodies Merging as one… And in that spiritual moment Of togetherness, With you inside me And that feeling of oneness… I'll be truly blessed If you offer me with love and care Those seeds of life Impregnating my womb, Making a father of the man in you And a mother of the woman in me. Sanctum Sanctorum - May you be blessed With the onset Of a new life… With a feeling of love, Warmth and tenderness, Creating a love-child That would be the Ever-flowing fountain Of my feelings for him And his feelings for me… Let this not be a Fantasy But the moment of Truth A Divine Reality Sanctioned by the Heaven and Earth Applauded by the Gods, Blessed by their Consorts Beyond the realms of Ridicule and Mirth. The orgasmic culmination Of our bodies in fusion Let it be the epitome of Love in abundance And boundless passion… Those seeds of life In your ejaculation Flowing in me Like a river in motion, Would embed in me A feeling of Bliss and Absolute Harmony.

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