Home-Coming
The smell is the same
So is the place
Soft and tender
Full of grace
Touch feels good
So does the taste
Juicy and supple
Make no haste
Take your time
For the drink divine
Pure and chaste
Is the nectar sublime
As you savour it
With every sip
Quenching your thirst
Drop by drop,
Deep within that
Sacred space
I give you access
To my Yoni
For your spiritual coming…
And when you enter me
Flooding my gates open
In that holy place
Of pleasure and pain
I shelter you in
With love and warmth
To welcome you back
For your auspicious
Home-Coming.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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