Every breeze of wind like gentle swaying of Her hips Every ray of sunlight like the pressing of Her lips
Never before that Your loving gaze was taken of Her
Never did She ever wish for any better lover
To the I they seem like two,
but this is only an illusion
The Truth is symbiotic,
and all else is a confusion
Eternally erotic
Every breathe is to make love
Just to exist is to be part
of His canvas and Her art
Just to be sitting,
is to be dancing
Just to be listening,
is to be singing
'Just be with me...'
Shakti whispers
'...All I want is Shiva’s Heart'.
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