Sauce*Box 20: Steam Rising

Steam Rising
by Savannah Skye

HO WOULD HAVE known that my Sirsha-asana
that gave him an eyelevel view of my yoni
and curved bottom
Would round out his sight and put
his mind in an upside down flight
Would have given him a clitoris attraction
that would turn into his Yogic detraction

Blissed out from asanas
We entered the sauna
Both feeling there should be a sign
stating
Welcome to the abode of pleasure
Where steam's bliss has no measure

He laid me flat on my back
In the middle of the steam
Right on the wood planks
Where steam rose
Rose between the center of my world
where pleasure swirled

He was in his white Indian bottoms
I was in a towel
and
This was going to be a private matter
That carried us up bliss' ladder

He delicately parted my mouth with his tongue
Moist and wet we both were in our oral
house of love
With my mouth below and his above
We kissed slowly, tasting every morsel of
oral delight
Lips, eyes and tongue was where
immediate pleasure hung

Me flat on my back
Him standing over me
With steam rising between my open thighs
That he gently opened with his hands
parting sighs

Him still in his white Indian bottoms
My towel now draped over the sides of the wood
Leaving my pink flesh fully exposed
For him to partake of with his love's mouth
For they were properly tendered and seasoned with
ecstasy's mood

His tongue still deep in my mouth
Slowly his fingers circled my nipples
Making them as hard as Mt. Kailas tip
Lord Shiva's meditative abode
where titillation now rode
There they erotically peaked into
full pleasure
Of breath's tantric measure

Feverishly his fingers moved down south
Down, down, down my trail of love they went
While his tongue stays north
North on my nipples
Tracing rings around my areola's pink delight
Filling my breasts with pleasure's might

My yoni, now wet with anticipation
Anticipation for the forthcoming oral delight
With him still standing above
and me laying below
While in this moment, pleasure is all we will know

While his tongue traveled down my happy trail
His curls tickled my tummy
Making my sensual mind say yummy

My yogic breath exercises came to play here
As I breathed in his touch
and exhaled my pleasure
Deep within the sensual of
the infinite om
Where our bliss was truly at home
Inside of lust's spiraling treasure

He kissed my yoni
Parted it with his fingers
Inhaled fully my sweet fragrance
Inhaled it like that of a scent
that is exuded from a lotus
flower in full bloom
Which I was by now
With my pink in the state of wow

Now steam was not only rising from the hot rocks
but also rising within
Within me to exhale out
Exhale out to intermingle with mists state of bliss

Oh Krishna, do play my pink instrument of delight
Play it with your tongue as your fingers
would your flute
Blow over me while your they play out
notes of my pleasure
Til' my body sings ecstasy into
mantric bliss
Then kiss me fully with your love's mouth kiss

Oh Krishna drink
Drink the nectar that is flowing from my flower
For it is the elixir of immortal power
For it is the essence
That can fully fill your mortal presence
Take you to your mind's spiritual ascendance

Me now standing
as was he
We were finished
With the steam still rising,
as was he
While we said to pleasure, let it be

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