Divine Mother
Divine Mother’s touch,
we yearn for so much;
gentle love caress,
bliss making ingress.
Bliss currents burrow,
beneath skin furrow,
enlivening form
with magnetism warm.
Soma nectar drips;
heart, with pleasure sips
elixir of God;
our soul, overawed.
16-April-2022
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