How to Kiss a Girl.

“Kiss me,” she said.

He’d do it, he thought, but not just in the usual way, because her mouth inspired him to kiss her in the way some people make love.

He kissed her like a hummingbird kisses the early morning dew. He kissed her like the ocean kisses a long forgotten shore. He kissed her like the moonlight kisses the dark forest floor.

He kissed her in the lonely places, where she kept abandoned dreams.

He kissed her in the angry places, where life had taken its toll. He kissed her where she’d splintered and cracked and fallen weeping to the floor.

He kissed her softly to the sanguine beat of her jaggedly broken heart. He kissed her with a wicked heat, setting her on fire. He kissed her slowly. He kissed her hard.

He brought forth the moans that rarely left her mouth. He kissed her, leaving spaces where she needed to draw breath. He kissed her where the embers of her soul fire burned.

Awakened to her needs, he kissed her into safety.

To kiss a girl, one must leave expectations behind and find her mouth uncharted and wild. To kiss a girl one must find softness within oneself, then taking that softness to her, feed her the nectar of ecstasy—one drop at a time. To kiss a girl one must offer their darkness without apology and, joining hers, leave her lips bruised with passion.

 To kiss a girl one must know that surrender for her means something brave. It is filled with vulnerability.

To kiss a girl is to know where seasons go, where life ebbs and flows, where the birds migrate when the sun no longer warms the land.

To kiss a girl is to know all things.

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Spring Equinox. The Sun Enter Aries -The Astrological Year Begins.

“Mid-spring on the fourth, spring hues mark balance.
In green fields stroll moon, blue sky dotted clouds.
Swallows one by one, petals drop by drop.
At night missing wife, hear not singing voice. ” ~ Xu Xuan (916-991 CE)

Spring equinox, or Ostara as it is sometimes called in Anglo-Saxon pagan mythology, occurs in the Northern Hemisphere on Monday, March 20, 2017.

Spring equinox is the celebration of fertility, longer days, new crops, and new ideas. Winter has served her purpose, as an incubator of dreams, and now we shed her cloak and step bravely into the future.

Energetically speaking, spring equinox symbolizes new beginnings. Many cultures gather meaningful strength during the equinox, as it marks the Iranian New Year, celebrated widely in the Middle East; Vernal Equinox Day in Japan, a public holiday; Chunfen in China, a spring festival that bears great importance to farming and folk traditions; and the beginning of the Bahai’i calendar.

I like to include all these celebrations in my spring equinox blessing ritual to honor the fact that all people find joy in the promise of new life. We are all united in this powerfully simple hope.

The word “equinox” is from Latin, meaning equal-night. It occurs when the sun passes over the celestial equator, and night and day are approximately the same length. It is a virtual balance in the changing heavens.

During the equinox, the Earth’s axis is pointing neither away from nor toward the sun. This is true for both the spring and autumn equinoxes, as the Southern Hemisphere celebrates the opposite seasonal cycle of the Northern Hemisphere.

I find spring equinox extremely mystical because it shows how all things can find balance for a moment as they continue on a never-ending journey through the cosmos.

The magic of spring equinox is available to each of us, and we can harness it to ground us in love, in life’s purpose, and in our deepest spiritual longings.

Our ancestors, who lived by the movements of the planets, saw the sun as the source of all life, and it inspired great awe in them. Even as we make ourselves busy in a technological work and we find ourselves disconnected from nature’s influence and beauty, we are still sustained by that great ball of fire.

In my Wise Woman Tradition, I believe that we are made of stardust. I learn from the planets as I participate with them in a beautiful dance. I observe astrological and astronomical events with reverence. After all, who can deny being humbled by a midnight sky dotted with constellations?

This spring equinox, we can use this opportunity to lie down under the blanket of stars and contemplate our place in the universe. After we find stillness, we may discover a new awareness of the interconnection between our spirits and all that is. There is no separation, once we leave behind our thinking minds.

Spring equinox is the time for boldness and heightened emotions. We’re feeling hopeful and are perhaps falling in love with another or with ourselves. Now that we have found our balance, ideas easily pour forth. We stand surefooted and grounded, ready for the sewing of seeds.

The Rest Here: https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/03/spring-equinox-the-astrological-new-year-begins/

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This Valentine’s Day, Remember This.

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“Everything you do right now ripples outward and affects everyone. Your posture can shine your heart or transmit anxiety. Your breath can radiate love or muddy the room in depression. Your glance can awaken joy. Your words can inspire freedom. Your every act can open hearts and minds.”  ~ David Deida

 My partner and I celebrate an anniversary on Valentine’s Day.

It is the day he first told me he loved me.

Most years, he forgets when it is. But when he does remember that Valentine’s Day is coming, he buys me roses even though I keep telling him that carnations are my preference.

We have a great laugh about it and cuddle up to my favorite movie, A Walk on the Moon—which, by the way, is about a woman who has an affair. But who can blame her—it’s with Viggo Mortensen!

I tried to count the other day how many times he has told me he loves me in the last 23 years, and we said conservatively 17,000 times—but I think it’s more likely double or triple that.

We have a truly amazing love, and we are conscious of what a gift it is. It’s not a perfect love (what’s that, anyway?) and yet it is a love worth keeping for at least another 23 years—unless Viggo shows up, then I’m outta here.

So many times, he and I have talked about the urgency that is forced upon us by society to feel and demonstrate love on this one particular day; even thought by all rights we can still choose for ourselves what we feel.

Valentine’s Day exposes our desire for love, for companionship, for validation. I used to be against the whole thing until I realized that it serves a good purpose. Valentine’s Day allows us to explore our relationship with love and with ourselves. It is a faithful servant, returning each year to check in on our progress.

To be fair, I love romance. I kinda have to since I write erotic romance novels. I have been in love with love forever and a day, and romantic gestures stir my heart as much as the next girl’s.

I think it is lovely that once a year, en masse, we move a mountain of love. Imagine, practically a whole planet is focused on one emotion. Sure, it may be just fabricated juju as far as the whole commercialism aspect is concerned, but aside from that, lovers everywhere are concentrating on the one person they call their own, thinking of ways to express their connection.

It’s not wrong to love Valentine’s Day, and not wrong to not love it, either. It is a day for us to be introspective about why love or why the lack of it creates such a powerful reaction.

In the end, it is a portal through which we can explore our love relationship with ourselves.

What is love anyway—is it an emotion, or is it our inherent nature?

I believe that we think it is an emotion, often demonstrated through actions, but really, love is an impulse that governs the whole universe. As an impulse, love is who we are so much more than what we feel. Feelings can go away, but our inherent nature is indestructible.

We are addicted to love because we are love. When we receive love, or an expression of love, it is a reflection of our own being. And that reflection looks and feels like home.

So often we hear that we must love ourselves first, that we must fill up on our own love instead of seeking it from another. That may be true, but we are all on a journey toward ourselves, reaching our center in our own good time.

But in the meantime, while we journey toward self-love and self-fulfillment, we can indulge in the love that emanates from another and the shenanigans of Valentine’s Day in whichever fashion we choose.

Don’t compare your day to anyone else’s. Don’t worry if he or she forgot the flowers. Leave your expectations at the door and open up to what is happening in your heart.

Maybe there isn’t any money for a date, or maybe you have to work, or maybe you are alone this year. But not really alone, you see, because you are love, and that is the best gift of all—the sweetest treat you could be given.

I hope this Valentine’s Day is one you will remember. One where the love that runs this whole damn world is at center stage. I hope you feel it.

In the years when I was alone for Valentine’s Day, I would find someone to tell I love you to. One year it was my cat. In giving love, I felt the enormity of its presence.

I love you—three words that carry so much energy. I hope you can feel it. Love is magic. It grows stronger the more we share it. Happy Valentine’s Day.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/02/remember-this-on-valentines-day-no-matter-what/

 

Now on Amazon! The Raven and The Aspen King.

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My loves, The Raven and the Aspen King is now available in Paperback and Kindle

Thank you so much for reading and sharing this lustful tale. I am grateful and welcome your reviews.

Aiden. He’s everything they want – Holly, Sahara and Iona, all in love with a man who’s crossed centuries to find them.

In this continuation of a passionate story that defies rules and boundaries, fall in love all over again with the mystery of well-kept secrets, erotic encounters and the magic that ties it all together.

Book Two of the Dark Pool Trilogy, The Raven and the Aspen King, keeps its promises. There is nothing like a lusty dip into forbidden waters.

 

 

She Has Always Belonged to Herself, But You can Give her This…

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All those times she rested in your arms and breathed so softly that your heart almost broke—you thought she was yours, but she was a whisper on the evening wind, a wicked minstrel disguised as something tame.

You hold onto her with arms that thrill her and words that keep her drowning in your love, but she will always be the sonnet not quite finished—the wave not quite reaching the shore.

You feed her pomegranates and kisses spiked with brandy, thinking she is forever captured, but she leaves you in the mornings—and with a pang of sadness, you wonder if maybe this time she won’t return.

She cannot be captured with promises or rings—and not with declarations made on bended knee, because although she loves you, she is a mystery unto herself.

She is chocolate wrapped in sin, the flight of doves on a sunny day; she is the quiet murmur of a rocky stream.

She is not a simple puzzle. She is centuries of love and undiscovered languages, slipping into your awareness when she allows—wisdom personified, a river spilling into the mouth of the sea.

You can honor her by giving her space to unfold each day—to find her equilibrium and the sound of her voice.

You can share in her joy, in the way she greets the dawn; you can experience her but never own her soul.

You can gift her with your love, and bathe her in your lust, but leave her room to absorb it at her own pace.

You can watch as she unfurls her wings and takes flight, while you admire her mind. You can bask in her brilliance, but you cannot hold her down. She is a phoenix; she is a cascade of raindrops upon a tin roof.

Perhaps it’s not fair that she’s the wish you cannot make—but would you really want her if she was a caged bird? Would you clip her feathers, knowing that she needs to find her own way, dip her toes in every galaxy and swim in the unknown?

For you are also her tumbling stone, the reason she wakes up every day. You are also the wonderment and the firmament, the delight of her curiosity.

You are best when you breathe the air of eagles, when you find your own path and when you remain an unanswered question.

Take in her breath when she undulates her hips, hold her hand and bite her neck; whisper wickedness in her ear, but give her time to find her bliss.

Sear your mouth onto her breast, and draw her secrets upon your fingertips—give in to her darkest erotic tastes, but save her dew on your hungry lips, like sacred, unspun silk.

She is your mistress and your confidant, your teacher and your student, your illusive midnight dream.

You have always thought that she was yours, because she feeds on your love, always licking her plate clean—and because she cries when you make her come. But don’t take her sweet surrender as a warrior would take a slave. She will never belong to anyone. She belongs only to herself.

She is tender, but her strength is in her knowing that you can never make her whole. She must do that for herself. She must be her only savior.

You can be the one who loves her while she spins her own cocoon—always transforming, always the light that draws you in.

You can be as the tropical sunset that settles upon her open heart. You can be the one she sings.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/02/she-has-always-belonged-to-herself-but-you-can-give-her-this-adult/

Announcing: The Raven and the Aspen King

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Hey darlings, here is the new cover for the Raven and the Aspen King, due  for release next week!

The magic continues in The Dark Pool Trilogy! Once again, meet Aiden and Sahara on their journey into love and erotic mysticism.

I will send another note as soon as we are live, and thank you dear readers for your continued and enthusiastic support!

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