Climbing the chords, striking the sound. Meeting each other like two galaxies about to collide. Seeing each other as equals, not one above the other. Vision balanced and whole. That place inbetween inhale and exhale, that place where you open and go inward. Still like a vast vista of morphic co-creation, fertile.
Here she impregnates you with her love, or lack of it. Whatever is held in her heart is offered. If it is the love of a Goddess pure and clear, grounded in truth and integrity then it opens the portals wide. If it is tainted in hate and revenge afraid and unclear it will open portals into other places less bright. Bringing in those of creation anyhow but of a different field.
Open him up to the stars in love. Use the heat to travel the star highway up your spine out your 3rd eye. There at the moment of conception breathe into him if he allows. Free will lives at every moment given. Give the moment and let him decide, yes or no. It will flow if he allows you to seed his mind.Just like if you allow him to impregnate you with life. Equal in its power to create reality.
Engrained into the minds of kings. Pathways paved by way of pilgrimage to woman. Inspiration leaks into the blood and veins fill with remembrance but only of the memory that one never forgot anything. Al-chemical reaction. Released.
How much love can you handle? Go beyond that, I dare you.
Go until your terror surrenders.