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About Me
The gentleman devil
The world is a garden of pleasure and perfection. And it is the art of making love, the ancient sacred rite, that transports us into this place of physical ecstasy. All we need to do is relearn the ways of being that expand us, that tie us to the beauty and sensual splendor of life, not narrow us into smallminded, petty, rude, competitive, arrogant things that pervert all we touch. So take a bite of the apple babe, the tree of life. Savor the fruit. And join me in the garden. Trust me, we'll know what to do.
As the story is told, the devil tempted the woman. Let us imagine Eve as she was, a woman intimate with her own sexuality, feeling the heat rise in her body as he whispers poems of homage against her silken flesh. Does she not shudder as his tongue traces lines of fire across her satin skin only to halt at the gates of her sacred temple, feeling the glow of her heat, the warmth of her need, aching to taste her nectar? Reawaken the Eve in you, and we will continue this ageless story.
The world is a garden of pleasure and perfection. And it is the art of making love, the ancient sacred rite, that transports us into this place of physical ecstasy. All we need to do is relearn the ways of being that expand us, that tie us to the beauty and sensual splendor of life, not narrow us into smallminded, petty, rude, competitive, arrogant things that pervert all we touch. So take a bite of the apple babe, the tree of life. Savor the fruit. And join me in the garden. Trust me, we'll know what to do.
As the story is told, the devil tempted the woman. Let us imagine Eve as she was, a woman intimate with her own sexuality, feeling the heat rise in her body as he whispers poems of homage against her silken flesh. Does she not shudder as his tongue traces lines of fire across her satin skin only to halt at the gates of her sacred temple, feeling the glow of her heat, the warmth of her need, aching to taste her nectar? Reawaken the Eve in you, and we will continue this ageless story.
