A rhyming poem that is erotic and graphic about tantric massage
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In a room where incense whispers flow,
Two bodies meet in rhythmic, gentle glow.
Velvet fingertips trace paths unknown,
On silken skin where passion’s essence's sown.
Hands explore in dance, each pressure divine,
Aligning breath with heartbeat, soft entwine.
Electric pulses through the meridian stream,
Awakening a sacred, shared dream.
Oil's embrace; heat rises close,
Ecstasy builds with every ghostly dose.
Whispers of nerves, a symphony of sighs,
Flesh ignites beneath the lover’s skies.
Beyond mere touch, past desire's ache,
Connected souls in this conscious wake.
In tantric waves, boundaries cease to be,
Two souls entwined in sensual liberty.