Nothing else existed but Diving Love. It was as if he penetrated me in the forehead, it was the ultimate “mind fucking” with our clothes on.
Divine communion, just being held by him all night, filled my heart. Intuitively he knew what I was pining for, for many years. The unique combination of his voice, the way he strings the foreign the language together, his whole being his awkwardness in his body and yet at ease at the same time, his energy like a ticking walking bomb, his confused and lost looks makes my heart fly so high, our souls recognized each other to be one.
The way he held me as if he was afraid of losing me while he was asleep, made me feel so wanted. The way he walked on the pavement or on deck, sheltering me from invisible villains, dirt, beasts and vehicles, made me feel so special, so cared for.
He behaved in a manner long forgotten, like a true gentlemen, his Austrian upbringing ingrained and found a way to be expressed with such natural charm.
| I was intoxicated. The world around us was bowing down to the grace we emanated and ingratiated upon it unknowingly. Our innocent presence sent ripples in the hearts of the people serving us and those who shared space with us. Some came especially to ask if we were married or on our honeymoon. We were elated with life and love, not yet consummated. The energy was so strong. Some people even thanked us for the energy we spread. It was as if most of the people on the ship wanted to touch us for their good luck. We were offered bottle of wine as a gift. The waiters were coming to serve us with evident pleasure, as if they were partaking in our bliss and joy. This was a true honeymoon... My innocent lover to be, thought it was I who had this amazing energy and power. Maybe so, but it was ignited and rekindled by his presence, by his purity and his honest quest. He awakened me, my dormant Kundalini (life force sexual energy), my passion and opened my heart. Together we created an even bigger energy surge. We were the supernova and all the thousand of shipmates on the cruise were witnessing worlds colliding, worlds created. Later on spreading the energy all over his body, connecting his Vajra (Penis), his magic wand of light, to his third eye, to his heart, legs and arms. He was quivering with ecstasy and passion, his body electric, alive and yet so relaxed. Laying on the bed exposed, vulnerable and playful, I felt so young, like a teenager, yet with timeless wisdom, that was divined by many Goddesses. Guiding his breathing enabling him to hold more erotic charge in his body, letting go deeper into the erotic trance. To experience his own energy as if he was making love to the whole universe, that the whole universe was making love to him on every level, every pore of his body, his emotional being, spiritual and psychological being. He was having many orgasms from his toes to the crown of his head. Coming as waves, rippling again and again, gently lapping to the shores and the core of his being. I was thinking of God, the God in front of me, and the universe, thanking my good fortune to have met this magical being who does not even know himself, as the Siddhartha. The irony was that he was studying that very story. I was glad that if I should die now, I have met him, made love to him in my minds’ eye. I have known him forever beyond the temporary infatuation that falling in love brings. I felt myself rise in higher love and fall into the depth of his timeless presence. Feeling his pain when he is away frightened by not knowing his power. Thinking of him, sends ripples of ecstatic bliss in my body, feeling his hands caress my body, firmly and yet gentle, in awe as he was touching the body of THE sacred Goddess. We laid together, bodies entwined, hearts racing. The surge of electricity between us was so strong, we fused together. We caressed and felt our bodies merging energies, genitals not connected. We were still holding back, honouring or in fear of breaking social taboos and the people we are committed to. I am holding back not to hurt my husband, he is holding back not to hurt his wife. And we are the only ones hurting from not consummating. The pain of separation and the longing for the union was too great to bear. The Truth of our souls in our hearts was expressed through the body. We entered each other in totality, abandoning our Selves and our Egos and surrendered to the Truth that we are One. A most exquisite music was formed. He actually asked me if I heard it, The soul hears and opens with excitement recognising its origins, its nature. We were One. The music is inaudible ordinarily and referred to as the music of the Heart, Anahat the un-struck sound. My mind blew away. I was scattered in all directions of the universe. I was star dust creating worlds. I was the heavens. I was grateful. My body shaken by the surges of orgasmic ripples, lapping onto the shore of my being like a cosmic epileptic fit, I was pure orgasm and female ejaculation. He was amazed by the orgasmic nature expressed through my body. I taught him how to ‘hold the Whole Universe in one hand’ A tantric technique. He was eager to learn, to please. His pleasure was in riding Shakti's orgasmic energy, and he was not even told this, he knew it without thinking or reading about it. I was so deeply grateful, so innocent, in awe and as if he was about to die from the power and amazement of the secrets he was being shown and experiencing. He worshiped and adored me, like a goddess, not because it was a ritual script he was acting out, but because it was natural for him. Exploring my body, he experimented with pressures, he was never allowed to explore, learn, and understand the feminine cosmic mysteries.
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