A Tantric Weekend in Autumn

Chai scent on synched breaths,
We harmonized our chakras,
Gazed into merged depths.



We hummed our mantras
Like bees drawn to ripe roses,
Making honey flow.



Magnetic lips pressed,
We edged toward penetration,
Glans throbbing on clit.


Misting my earlobe,
You whispered a wordless spell,
Turned nipples to gems.



Aroused by firm strokes,
Your cock swelled to attention,
Veiny with purpose.



Hips locked in a groove,
Our climaxes spread outward,
Rocketed to bliss.



Ecstatic wonder
Shimmered over our faces
Melded in a kiss.