The Erotic Imagination

Visualise yourself as an erotic red goddess:
Symbol of dedication and passion.

Three eyes - blazing with passion:
Her tongue is lustful, with the purifying power of her inner fire.

She is naked, with dishevelled hair:
Symbolic of freedom from the bonds of delusion.

She is the intuition:
A reminder that everything must pass.

Blazing like a fire:
She expresses her wisdom-essence,
by embracing her lover without restraint!

from: Chakrasambhara Tantra

The Subtle Senses

Each sucks the nectar
from the other's lips,
breathing lightly - so lightly.

In those willowy hips
the passion beats.
The mocking eyes
are bright like stars.

The tiny drops of sweat
are like a hundred fragrant pearls.
The sweet full breasts
tremble!

The dew,
like a gentle stream,
reaches the heart of the peony
and they taste the joys of love
in perfect harmony.

from: The Golden Lotus

Riding the Crest of a Wave

The lovers took off their clothes,
And sat side by side within the silken net,
On coverlets of the rarest silk,
Perfumed with orchids and musk.

They laughed and played together,
Until the flush of desire mounted to their brow,
And the passion in their hearts made them tremble.
They then performed the mystery of the clouds and rain,
And whatever the wine inspired.

He sat on the bed,
And the lady played the flute for him:
Not from bamboo or stone, not played on strings,
This is the song of an instrument that lives,
That makes the emerald tassles quiver.
Who can say what the tune is, or the key?

The red lips open wide.
The slender fingers play their part daintily.
Deep in – deep out.
Their hearts grow wild with passion.

There are no words to tell of the ecstacy that thrills.

from : The Golden Lotus

Shakti who has Blessed me

Shakti who has blessed me
Shakti who has excited me
Shakti who has filled me with anticipation and desire
Shakti who has blessed me, has revealed pure passion and fire

I humbly kneel before thee
unable to stare at intensity of your auric energies
Shakti, you stand tall and proud
in the knowledge of releasing pleasures unbound

a dancer in the twilight
arms lifted to universe, drawing power, energizing
your soft shimmering gown
hides little of the veiled beauty so becoming

Nervously I lift my eyes feasting upon your Gateway of Pleasure
it's pure curves, smooth, a divine symbol of womanhood
with trepidation I open my mouth to taste of the sweet nectar
your Jade Pearl, now revealed, no longer hooded

glistening, swollen, throbbing
transfering its sexual powers and energies
I feed hungrily upon it and eagerly
knowing it to cast a spell so powerful so bewitching

Still kneeling, with your beauty I am overcome
my gaze transfixed upon your bejewelled breasts
heaving, as you pant with anticipation
hot sweat glides and glistens, steam rises

I rise slowly, clasping you, sharing kunadlini
our bodies slide, melting together enveloped by a spell of desire
our tongues dance and flicker, we become one in passion
we experience our union of pure energies, Shakti power, universal eros.

Dance dance dance in the twilight fulfilling our fantasies!

Essence of Love

Tell me my silent Master
O my Lord
What worship may open me
To my Beloved's Lotus Bloom?

The stars and the moon
Eternally move
With no sound at all

Each cycle of the Universe
In silent prayers,
Welling up with the
Essence of Love!

Song of the Baul Mystics, Bengal, India

The Pleasure Chamber

Decorate the pleasure chamber
with beautiful pictures and fine objects,
upon which the eye may dwell with delight.

Scatter some musical instruments and refreshments,
rosewater, essences, fans,
books containing amorous songs
and illustrations of love postures.

Let splendid wall lights gleam,
reflected by wide mirrors,
while both man and woman having no reserve or false shame,
give themselves up in complete nakedness
to their unrestrained passions
upon a fine bed, ornate with many useful pillows
and covered with a canopy.

Sprinkle the sheets with flowers and scent,
and let sweet incense be burned.
Here, the lovers may enjoy each other
in ease and comfort,
gratifying each other's every wish and whim.

Ananga Ranga

Fire and Water

Then she undressed until she was quite naked.
Bahoul fell into ecstasy
on seeing the beauty and perfection of her form.

He looked at her magnificent thighs
and rebounding navel,
at her belly vaulted like an arch,
her plump breasts standing out like hyacinths.
Her neck was like a gazelle's.
The opening of her mouth was like a ring.
Her lips fresh and red like a gory sabre.
Her teeth might have been taken for pearls,
and her cheeks for roses.
Her eyes were black and well slit.
Her forehead was like the full moon in the night.

Bahoul began to embrace her and suck her lips;
to kiss her bosom and bite her thighs.
So he went on until she was ready to swoon
and could scarcely stammer
and her eyes became veild.

He looked lovingly on her secret parts,
beautiful enough to attract all eyes
with their purple centre.

Shaykh Nefzawi
The Perfumed Garden