I am exploring new ways to look at Sexuality. This is a series of exploration in New Sexual Avenues not yet investigated artistically by this artist before.

Tantric is a mixture of heightened vibratory achievement, using sexuality as a jumping off point to soar within and without the realms of existence.

Tantric Series… Chain Reaction

Tantric Series… INN-side Her Passion 11:11

Tantric Series… Clitoritis Un-interruptus

Tantric Series… Core Reproduction

Tantric Series… Orgasm Hers

Tantric Series… Passions Core

Tantric Series… He Will Follow Her Out

Tantric Series… Her Spirit Outside the Box

Tantric Series… His Heartache became Hers

Tantric Series… Erection Persona

11:11 INN-SIDE HER PASSIOIN

.SHE ROLLS OVER…
it was lazy and she knew it
Karma was inside her passion
rooted in a flower called Datura
perennial poison
seeded with the darkness he bore
.
she touched softly and thought loudly
aching for connective tissues
larva nests of glorious beginnings
between them
Destine to shine
as she came full force toward her fate
.
she laughs now, a mad woman’s calling
masked in white trumpets silky sheen
symmetry forms from her body parts
accepting matter and dust to dust
as she feels the depths
cellular lovers slow the pace,
One foot in front of the other

Her only way
back
dreaming
feeling her
blooming stunted
as the cloud cover
thickens
He is awake again
she chooses instead
a hand that feels familiar
and the longing
transforms
transmutes
.
She rolls over and opens
the window
she smells the day ahead
her sweat and her passion
remain like dew upon her
kissed skin
She holds him
Her dark Man
crying
She kisses lightly
His poisonous tears
a fervent bath
a reminder
‘We all want for something’
Just see how deeply our want!
Let him have simplicity
She thought
What’s wrong with that?
And with such a simple
Direction she took to
Seeding her world with
Her own might and purpose

AGAIN SHE ASKED

What’s wrong with that?
It was her simplicities measure
Full breasts water
her crops worth
In keeping the seed
She is alive
Even the greatest powers that be
Knows about owning the seed

one foot
in front of the other,

she chooses her destiny

Linaji 2009

Right Where I Am: The Art of Understanding

On, Love, Sexuality and Soul Family

Reflections By The Sea,
Did I loose my Lover?

I suppose
It is a different tact I am choosing these days
One surely in all my yesterdays I have never been able to maintain

But I feel such love for him.

I thought this time I would waver and feel the need for connection
return and say; “Please Come Back!”
No, this did not happen and I know
without a shadow of a doubt
“I love him” right now with or without his

face,
lips or
smile

I feel strongly our connection

perhaps in dreams
or some other existence
I am now not aware

We are gone from each other sure.
Pure likeness
heart to heart twins forsaken to
earthbound leverage stocks
rapacious time stealing moments

aside

congested and webified!

Surprised I,
now days have passed and I realize
I have spit out the poison (my fear of loss)
and said “be gone with you fool”!
allowed myself to use all the swear words I so adore too

Move this pariah (Him) .. from my life

But then again,

The heart that is now expanded beyond
this before
Begs to be heard and I let it because I want to feel more than spite.

It asks

“What was this “Us” about anyway?”

And I answer:

“We were about needs and desires
Love experience for that time seemed
the higher”

Calling us to settle for what feels good
This is the only reason I did as I could

Oh! I will change the We to Me only fair
I felt an expansion so dear it took the spit of
The underworld to break the spell-care

The spell of Love
Pure and simple
And now the residual love cracks
Have all the memories of goodness and kindness and
Greatness
Nothing really lacks

I am telling my story
And now so it is.
I loved

Here

we all seem to win.

Linaji 2009

Passion Art was fueled by said Love. Below
is the original verse that was written specific for the Art.

Passion

It is not subtle
It is raw and yet as delicate as the
Lace on the bride’s bodice
It seeps and crawls
Yet …
The moment of entry is as bold and as full
As a storm exploding in the sky
Raining and cleansing
Yet flooding and consuming
All of you.
You allow
You arch to the sky a bridge of your needs
And desires
You feel the colors
You draw the boundaries as boundless
And then the rapture hits you like
The dream of forgetting and remembering
And you
For just that moment
Feel endless
You feel the Truth

Linaji 2009