Dark Eros

Here she rose, again.

Oh, I knew her pretty well — still, her allure has changed — the finite borders of her skin, the depth of her gaze, the whisper of her voice — or is it a roaring?

 Her. My dear, Erotic, Dark, Feminine.

 Fucked

Not just by one

 By many

 Beyond ravishing — an active surrender

 Absorbing — the opposite of giving birth

 Not so long ago I was

 The snake

 The serpent

 The black goddess

 Attracting. Absorbing. Manifesting.

 Them

To fuck me to the Self.

Cocks and fingers

Dicks in my mouth

My ass played with —

 Spread open

 To expose the inner world

 Reverse engineer

 Reclaim the pieces outside of my conscious knowing

 Seeking for orgasm as a portal to the Dark

 A reminder of our sacred encounters

 I saw her in them, I judged her so much — flirting, playing, seducing.

 What I saw in them — is in Me, again — to be integrated. Devoured. Made mine.

 And I’m scared — to express — to let her be seen.

 Shame? Fear? Something itchy, vulnerable.

 SHE IS ALL MIGHTY.

 DIVINE DAKINI

 INSATIABLE DARK FEMININE

As she loves to take new ways to be destroyed, to forget who she is.

As my belly reminds me — you belong here, in the flesh, where the ego doubts itself.

 It is called remembrance.

 Soul recovery.

 Expansion of awareness.

 Individuation.

 It is called

 Taking a tour in the Dark to bring Light into the Shadows

 To discover the forgotten parts

 It is called

 Coming back to wholeness.