My GuruA Poem by Onoma
She wept while looking into the
eyes of Anandamayi Ma in a video... I told her I wanted our lovemaking to be like photosynthesis. I could enter her pornographically no longer...a flower, is a flower, is a flower...she crushed my Ego. My love...my Guru...you entered me before I could truly enter you. © 2014 Onoma |
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Added on September 2, 2014 Last Updated on September 2, 2014 Author
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