Sexing It Up!

Let me make love to you,
as I bring my head
beneath your loins,
in the nectar of your meadows,
press my warm lips
against your wet and fiery ones,
kiss them hungrily,
lick them,
bite them,
delve into them
with my fervent tongue,
devour you,
and taste of your essence,
as you squeal my name
amid pinnacles of pleasure.

This is an excerpt from "Amid Pinnacles of Pleasure" by Richard Gary Butler. I recently got his ebook called Come With Me, (on his website) and I haven't stopped reading the poetry yet. I spent my morning absorbing it and then writing my course curriculum for workshops on Sexing It Up!

I've discovered that how we show up with sex is how we view our world.

I love sex. Love, love, love it! Love to visualize it, savor it, experiment with it, and surrender to it. I love to wear a shelf bra and let my nipples rub against my blouse. It's sensual, seductive, and juicy. That's how I view my world, my waiting lover, my sensual, seductive, juicy lover. I open my arms wide to the experiences, the people, the words that show up every moment. I open up to it all, and claim it as mine for the experimentation. What do I want to play with? Who do I want to play with? How do I want to show up? I get to pick and choose at my smorgasbord filled with people, opportunities, and words to curiously ponder, to lightly stroke, and to eloquently speak.

Savor and seduce.

Sunsets, outdoor cafes, milky cappuccinos, bare feet, tight thongs, blades of grass, voluminous sunflowers, glassy water, choppy whitecaps... just some of my smorgasbord. Just a very few.

It's unlimited. Every morning I awake to a new array of choosings. I wake up hungry for the taste of it all. I can't wait to swallow the cream, to stroke the textures, to straddle steel bistro chairs, to dip into the inkwell of thick and tasty morsels of scrumptiousness. Over and over. I can go back to the smorgasbord as often as I please. I don't have to eat all that I put on my plate, and I get to pick up a clean plate each time.

A wonderful, delicious man with whom to write. I'll take a very large helping of that one.

A lovely, loving, gorgeous man with whom to swirl in the sheets. Someone to wake with in the mornings and curl his hair around my fingers. I'll take several platefuls of that.

To sip, bite, chew, swallow, sniff, nibble, absorb, savor, and sink into... ah, the juice of living, the flavors of breathing it all in. I awaken with arms wide open, breathing in the fragrances that show up just for me. I throw off the covers and leap. The flight across the chasm is glorious.

Sexing It Up! is all about curling your toes in the grass, throwing off your layers of clothing, and letting the sun bake its warmth into you. Opening up to the greatness that awaits you. The world is your waiting lover. Every moment is a dip into a pool of bliss. Kiss the sky. Hug a mountain. Climax in a river. Scream in ecstasy in a forest.

Indulge.
Explore.
Infiltrate.

And whatever you do, don't stop. Keep swaying in the dance. Swing your hips. Pump your arms. Flex your legs. Drink in joy. Fill up. Empty out. Turn yourself inside out and then right side out again. Dive into the depths of despair. Cleanse. Purify, and surface brand new. New skin to caress, to kiss, wrap up in. It's all for the savoring, every square inch. Every delicious, juicy, scrumptious square inch. Ah, so ripe for the picking and tasting.

Throw off the shoulds and wrap up in all possibilities. Tilt your head back, stare at the stars, and let your clothes fall to the ground. Scream to the heavens in ecstasy for all of this is yours. The world is waiting.

Come With Me by Richard Gary Butler

I'm sitting in a coffee shop here in McKinney, Texas with a pile of papers in my lap. These aren't just any piles of paper. Nope. They're Richard Gary Butler's poetry and other writings he has sent to me. I read his poetry daily. It not only soothes my soul, but I'm uplifted and transcended with every word. I don't know why millions haven't bought his ebook, Come With Me, on his sensual erotic poetry. If you haven't bought it yet because you don't know about it, then let me help you. Click here and buy:  http://richardgbutler.webs.com/

Here's just a sampling that's on my lap, and believe me, just reading his words does something very tantalizing and amazing to me.

Come With Me

Come with me,
as I take you where
time swirls
through the hourglass,
and the ethosphere
swells with our energy.

Has my touch
sent your world
spinning off
into the cosmos?

Or did the flicking
warmth of my tongue,
bathing your breasts,
wind you?

Have you felt
this planet shake
suddenly for you,
when my body
slowly melted
within your arms?

And, if you can read those words and feel nothing, then get them translated into your own language, because there is no way anyone can absorb those words, those sentiments and not feel the wetness build where your legs cross. I dare you to sit in a coffee shop amidst your friends and not feel the tingling that begins where the sun don't shine and rises like fire up your spine, igniting every inch of your body with the magnitude of possibilities. I read his poetry and fill up on his magnetizing energy that's loving and pure. It helps me transcend the craziness of life and remain in a blissful state.

So, you come home from a lousy day of work. Plop yourself in a hot bath of bubbles while drinking some bubbly and read out loud to yourself:

Do you feel
my tongue,
like open satin in the rain,
slowly create ripples
in your conscience?

Do you feel the shudder
of the universe,
when my touch
on your button
pulled me into you
like a needful rush
of inhalation
from a deep dive?

Really, how can you not just slip into ecstasy and lap the pools of euphoria? Seriously, people! Wake up and feel ravaged. Wake up and allow the bliss to unfold. Buy the ebook and let the bliss out... Read it every day. Take it to bed with you and let it be the last words you see because you will wake up a more vibrant and rejuvenated person if you're willing to allow the words to enter you.

The poetry in this post is from the ebook written by Richard Gary Butler who has a ton of initials behind his name. You'll have to go to his website to download the poetry and photos and see what else this amazing man does with all the talent he has. Treat yourself. Pamper yourself. And for god's sake, buy the book right here, people.

http://richardgbutler.webs.com/

And, by the way, I am not compensated for doing this. I'm promoting his poetry because it's changed my life. His words are so potent, and I allowed them in, which has helped me transcend the stupid and crazy in my life. Thank you, sweet baby jesus! So, if you read this post and still don't buy his ebook, I won't be bothered by it at all because, like I said before, I've transcended the stupid and crazy in my life. Just sayin'...

He said yes!

Falling Feather


My timepiece shares
Your visage fair,
Etched upon the hours
That sever
Separate hemispheres;
I in darkness,
You in daylight,
Trade the time
Between existence.
You catch the wind,
I, the falling feather,
While you ride the gale
Of fantasy fixed
Between reality.
I, the wild eagle,
Clutch my talons tightly,
Embrace your quivering quill,
Draw you up with me,
Midst the misty mountain heights,
O’er the threatening thunderheads
To our own electric sky.

Copyright © 2003 Richard Gary Butler PhD DD
 
I watch the clock differently now. I look at it to see if he's sleeping or up. Is he eating dinner or breakfast?
 
I want to tell him that I miss him, but I don't. I feel him with me always. There is no place where I am and he is not. And when I feel him, it is an ecstasy that brings my awareness totally away from where I'm standing. He takes me to him. Like right now, I know I'm at my desk, but there's not a cell in my body that doesn't feel caressed by him.
 
I want to say this sounds crazy, but it feels like the most sane and loving thing I've ever done for myself to be open to a man that has shown up so fully and so vibrantly in my life, someone who wants to take me to depths I've yet to experience. He says that we've barely touched the tip of the iceberg, and yet I feel I've delved deeper than ever before. And we're going deeper together.
 
I was reading some of our correspondence to a friend of mine in Long Island, and she was magnetized by the energy in our words and the resonance we create together. She told me that it was beyond what she could ever imagine between two people, but yet this is what we're all striving for. That's when it hit me that maybe, just maybe, it would be a good idea to collaborate on a book together, my lover and I.
 
So... he said yes! Yes! We're writing our experiences together because they are so profound, so astonishing, and sooo climactic. They've changed everything about my life. I view the world through a totally different perspective now. I see through the eyes of someone who has fallen in love with herself, someone who can feel her lover when he's not physically in the room, and view herself through his eyes and know how mesmerizing she is.
 
This is the most sane, the most real, the most amazing thing I've ever done for myself. I have connected so deeply with another spiritual being that shares a human lifetime with me. I must dig deeply within myself to discover the language for writing about this incredible journey with this man.
 
I breathe him in right now feeling him surround me. I cannot be any other than his fully and openly. I spread my lips, my arms, my legs, and shout to the world how much love I feel for all, for every single thing I can think of, for everyone I come in contact with, and for every single breath I take. I am deeply and unequivocally in love with life. I have shown up, stood before him, and asked to be flung wide open. He has been the divine within me that has revealed itself as this incredible man who has said yes to me over and over and over. We are the mirrors willing to reflect to one another the most magnificent views possible.

the magnificence of depth

The Lion and the Orchid

In the beginning,
it was innocence,
that charisma of curiosity,
a sense of fascination and attraction,
an enticing magnetism
that pulled her willingly
into his world,
but the more she became aware,
the more she desired to know,
because the more she knew,
the more she found pleasure
in the way he cared for her,
the way he made her feel,
and the stronger her feelings,
the more she came
to understand
that she had always craved someone
understanding enough to acknowledge
the woman she was,
the woman she had become,
and experienced enough to see
the woman she was coming to be,
someone strong enough
to allow her to feel secure and protected,
to really let herself enjoy this freedom,
sensitive enough
so that she could reveal her true,
innermost feelings,
someone to take her
to that special place
where everything is possible,
where the orchid is kissed
by the lion,
and the torrent of a waterfall
plunges and pounds deeply
into a pool
of clear, warm, fragrant waters.

Copyright © 2007 Richard Gary Butler PhD DD
 
A man has entered my life, my very being, and I allowed his love to transform me. He has given me the greatest gift imaginable -- the profound ability to open completely and honestly to another and love myself all the more. This love, this compassion, this true-ness is what I'm here for, to open to another, to lay myself completely naked before another and expand exponentially.
 
I spent the day with him, and am with him still. He is in me. Wherever I go, he is with me. We are one.
 
Yesterday I did a major excavation that laid open the groundwork for filling the void of what I had released. This morning was more excavating, more purging, more releasing. So, by the time I got to the spa and read this man's messages to me, I knew that the excavations were worth it because I had made space available for filling up with the love we could create together.
 
Right now, sitting at my desk typing on the keyboard I feel him as if he were physically sitting with me. I can feel his hands as "tiny footsteps" skipping down my back. I feel him. I feel him. I feel him. It's luscious and juicy and decadent. His energy washes over me and I'm ablaze in him. I wrote earlier in my blog (about David Deida and his videos on Spirit, Sex, and Love) that I intended someone in my life to open me up so fully that I could throw my arms and my heart wide open and yell a resounding yes to the universe! Someone who would open me up even more to God and take me deeper and deeper and even deeper. This beautiful man took on the challenge with relish and great pleasure, and I'm discovering the magnificence of depth. 
 
Since this was my intention to the universe, since it was my desire, the ultimate experience of my choosing,  does that make me the maestro of this orchestration? Or, are we co-maestros and orchestrating each and every morsel of sweet, wet, dripping love around each other, entwining our energies so completely that there is no differentiating one from the other?
 
I am full. I am overflowing with ripeness, bursting with luscious joy at being able to match the vibration of someone like him. He has taken me "to that special place where everything is possible, where the orchid is kissed by the lion..." I've agreed to diving down that waterfall with him, plunging and pounding deeply "into a pool of clear, warm, fragrant waters." Thank you, my love. Thank you.

Broken Glass

Reaching In

Share with me
your sentiment and sorrow,
every element contained.
I entirely embrace you,
utterly,
totally,
as tenderly
as you've held my hand
and heart,
without release,
the moment that
with hesitation
and uncertainty,
I gently laid my presence
into your welcoming acceptance.

Copyright © 2004 Richard Gary Butler PhD DD
 
This poem is written by someone I just met on Facebook. Richard's got some amazingly sensual pieces, but I found myself drawn to this one because, oddly enough, this is what I strive for. I've had extraordinary sexual experiences, but without the complete and honest opening of my heart and laying my pure presence into another's welcoming acceptance, I feel I've missed the mark. Because I want more.
 
I want the highest of highs of busting my heart wide open and laying myself purely and unequivocally at a lover's feet. What must it take to have such an open heart? What must it take to be that person who can be so wildly, furiously split open and savoring every single moment with delicious anticipation? 
 
And then, what must it take to allow that lover to do or say whatever he desires and still keep that openness alive and pure and growing?
 
What must it take to allow a man to take you deeper and deeper, farther than you've allowed yourself to go before? 
 
It's in the letting go, that we receive the purest of love. Ah, that moment of pure rapture, the moment of total honesty laid before one another like broken glass with all edges exposed. It's then that you see so easily how perfectly you fit together, how beautifully you expand into the ethers with blissful joy because you have touched your god within you and discovered who you really are.
 
And at that point, you are able to let go, to release your grip on his arms, to lick your lips and taste his juices, and know that wherever he goes, however far away he is, you have become more wholly you and his absence depletes nothing.