Feelings
In the dark and early, I woke my companion with hot chocolate as I stirred the embers in the fireplace.
The nest we built last night with pillows and cushions and blankets still held warmth. We had another slow session just to heat the blood up. She’s changed shampoos again, she knows I try to guess the flower scents even if I don’t ask. It’s hard to say who likes the hair tickles more, her or me. Her hair hangs down between her shoulder blades, mine hangs just below my shoulders. Last night she was twisting it together.
She has to work this weekday, so I let her shower alone. Quesadillas and fresh squeezed orange juice are quick and easy. Thank the gods that the citrus has been better this year.
The living room is almost hot so I hold off pulling on pants. I want my first moon bath of the year but it is still too cold. I feel all the textures against my skin. I admit it, I’m a sensualist. I groove on bare skin.
Outside last night we watched the full moon wrapped in blankets. That bright Lady Moon. My companion is not pagan but she knows my feelings. She even put up with my crooning wordlessly. Well, she did ask to play with my “magic wand…”
Sex with a willing companion is one way to experience my paganism. Feeling that life inside me as I am inside her, yes, that is a grand gift.
This weekend I’ll clean my garden. It’s feeling and activity of another type and still part of paganism. Here it is about nature. It’s about flows. And in my own semi-hermit private house, it’s about making my little piece of the world better.
Sometimes I want to shed the politics and the theology and the philosophy with my clothes and just LIVE. Let the poetry wash over me and take the human noise away.
Sometimes I just want her skin stroking my skin and feel the fire rise inside as the fireplace radiates heat.
Have you ever been experienced? Well, I have.
You should be too.
The nest we built last night with pillows and cushions and blankets still held warmth. We had another slow session just to heat the blood up. She’s changed shampoos again, she knows I try to guess the flower scents even if I don’t ask. It’s hard to say who likes the hair tickles more, her or me. Her hair hangs down between her shoulder blades, mine hangs just below my shoulders. Last night she was twisting it together.
She has to work this weekday, so I let her shower alone. Quesadillas and fresh squeezed orange juice are quick and easy. Thank the gods that the citrus has been better this year.
The living room is almost hot so I hold off pulling on pants. I want my first moon bath of the year but it is still too cold. I feel all the textures against my skin. I admit it, I’m a sensualist. I groove on bare skin.
Outside last night we watched the full moon wrapped in blankets. That bright Lady Moon. My companion is not pagan but she knows my feelings. She even put up with my crooning wordlessly. Well, she did ask to play with my “magic wand…”
Sex with a willing companion is one way to experience my paganism. Feeling that life inside me as I am inside her, yes, that is a grand gift.
This weekend I’ll clean my garden. It’s feeling and activity of another type and still part of paganism. Here it is about nature. It’s about flows. And in my own semi-hermit private house, it’s about making my little piece of the world better.
Ah, let me prove it to you
Trumpets and violins, I can hear in the distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will
If you just take hold of my hand
Ah! But are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful…
Sometimes I want to shed the politics and the theology and the philosophy with my clothes and just LIVE. Let the poetry wash over me and take the human noise away.
Sometimes I just want her skin stroking my skin and feel the fire rise inside as the fireplace radiates heat.
Have you ever been experienced? Well, I have.
You should be too.
Are You Experienced? by Jimi Hendrix
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