Using Meditation for Mind-Blowing Sex

Using Meditation for Mind-Blowing Sex

Emily Fletcher is one of the world’s leading experts in Vedic Meditation and the founder of Ziva Meditation offering live courses to all levels of meditators in NYC and LA. She is also the creator of zivaMIND the world’s first online meditation training.

In the video below she explores the beneficial aspects of meditation as a prerequisite to achieving mind blowing sex.

come to your senses…

 

RYTHEM RE-START

RYTHEM RE-START

Lonely souls unite in the dark until better days are envisioned in the middle of their misery.

Wait! I found that rhythm and it excites me again. It takes the gift of pain to appreciate the pleasure.

Hence, the restart. Enjoy!

MIDNIGHT MUSE

MIDNIGHT MUSE

THE TIME WE SHARE IS WHAT MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE.

THRUST BACK INTO THE MOONLIGHT I SEE YOUR FIXED SIGN…

GENTLE TOUCHES YOUR WORDS REACH ME BY DESIGN.

WORRIED HEARTS INTRIGUED TONGUES UNITE.

OUR KISSES MAKE DREAMS OF LOVE. HEARTS BEATING WE SIMMER IN THE DARK.

TREASON IS TO ABANDON OUR LUST, SO WE SEEK FREEDOM IN EACH OTHER’S ARMS.

LINGERING TOGETHER WE BECOME THE CENTERPIECE OF THE MOON UNDER THE VAST SIMULATION OF OUR MIDNIGHT MUSE.©

White Rose

White Rose

My soul longed for you once.My heart ached for your return. Yet, you refused me.

I reached out to you and desperation for your touch. Yet, you refused my  embrace.

My words trickled into your ears. Yet, you refuse to listen to my cry.

Now, my heart is A wasteland a parched desert dry and a barren place for romance.

Your Deeds so cruel in its descent to the bottomless pit of uncertainty.

I want over the death of our romantic love. The darkness pierced my heart. Yet, you refused me.

In the coldness you provided no warmth with the harshness of your absence I found no retreat. Denial then acceptance came to visit me.

So in the stillness of the moonlit sky. With hesitation I dropped a white rose on the tomb labeled us and walked away into the midst alone.

Written By: novonay ©2016. All rights reserved.

 

Your Song

Your Song

Gentle words come from the depths of your soul and graces my ears with delight.

You whisper softly that you love me and its tone slips into my being like the most beautiful  song…

  Its rhythm is what moves me.

Written By: Novonay ©2016. All rights reserved.

Her Doors

Her Doors

Lady_Her DoorsII (2)A bustling bar on the streets of a quiet city road continues to entertain a fiery mix of men.Laughter and cheers erupt for within the bar as happy hour ensues. Suddenly, a woman enters through the still double doors of the bar.The busy chatter within suddenly dwindles.The motion of the ideal brisk past their senses. As she passes by swiftly the trouble of the storm within her flesh causes her to shiver with delight.

A continuous burning desire stirs within her, quenching her self-control as she confidently maintains her fearless posture. With a seductress sway she carries unimaginable beauty. Her body yearns for pleasure.Quickly, she notices her popularity, a room full of wanting stares gaze upon her as she gracefully walks by her potential prey. A conquers muse, she smirks at her imposing victims.

Her cold dark heart simmers as she contemplates her next move. Embracing a more sensible temperament she grasps at possessing the appearance of humility, she slowly takes a seat in the bar appearing to be content. Her lovely scent left drifting in the air, she remains breathing still and calm. Quickly, her eyes become fixed on her surroundings as a selective stares casts discomfort with those her gaze lands upon.

No one knows her quality.If at best many think of her as a sensational sexual masterpiece. She thinks herself to be more than a woman.The attention brings her a feeling of accomplishment.She watches from afar and waits.Only a matter of time, she whispers, Bees always flock to honey.