The following pages celebrate love and adoration of the Body.

If you are offended by sexual love or erotic words . . .

Do not read on

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A woman is enlightenment when you're with her and

the red thread of both your passions flare inside you

and you see

~ikkyu sojun~

Erotic Love is one of the

highest forms of Contemplation

~kenneth rexroth ~

And the thieving moments fuse and disappear

in our mortal timeless flesh

~kenneth rexroth~

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In the seminars I did for men on Sexuality, I would emphasize

how the amount of pleasure a woman could receive from a man

was directly proportional to her own receptivity and responsiveness

and a mans awareness and quality of Touch .

Anything we take for granted diminishes

the intensity of our experience.

"Imagine the difference in experience

between touching her

as if it were the last time ..

or touching her as if

this were the first time

you had ever touched

a woman in your life."

Ecstasy is relative to the amount of Energy [Awareness]

that a person can embody in experience .

When I discovered Dianas poem recently, I celebrated her lucid expression .

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The Lover's Touch ~ by Diana Daffner

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The Lover asked: How would you like me to touch you?

The Lover answered:

I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow,

far far away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my skin, the

hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am.

I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love me,

but unable to see me.

Touch my face, my breasts, my belly, my toes... learn what I "look" like,

imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my shape.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands,

radiating love energy with every stroke.

Feel the energy penetrating through skin, through flesh, entering into the cells of my body.

I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through your hands.

Feed on me, drink deeply, and draw from your touch the love that I hold for you.

I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands,

as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries out for your touch,

yearns to be fed.

I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather,

lightly caressing the edge of my being.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes,

and as you caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues.

I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me,

allowing me to reveal my inner self to you.

I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture,

and were now feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas,

enjoying the finished product.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were fire,

burning away the dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were sponges,

soaking up the essence of my being.

I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay,

and by dampening my skin you enliven my spirit.

I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet.

I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician,

and your touch brought forth different sounds from different parts of me.

I would like you to touch me as if I were a rare jewel, precious and valuable.

I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover.

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Diana Daffner, with her husband Richard, leads workshops in relationship and intimacy.

http://www.TantraTaiChi.com