from the book: Red Hot Tantra
Erotic Secrets of Red Tantra for Intimate Soul-to-Soul Sex and Ecstatic, Enlightened Orgasms
by David Ramsdale and Cynthia Gentry

You are waiting for me in a small adobe house at the end of a grove of eucalyptus trees. I arrive just as the sun abandons the sky, but inside your bedroom, you have just lit twenty candles. They smell like orange blossoms. In the distance, I hear the ocean. You lead me to the bed, and your hazel eyes watch my reaction to the spread you've laid out for me. Honeydew melon. Valencia oranges. Clear water in a cobalt-blue vase. A beaker-shaped decanter of red wine. Tiny chocolate truffles, the size of pebbles, dusted with cocoa powder.

And then I'm back. I am helpless. You feed me cubes of honeydew from fingers that are still wet. They scent the fruit with my own musky perfume. You hold a glass of wine to my lips, and as the liquid slides over my tongue, I taste blackberries and coffee and deep, rich earth. A breeze ruffles your white curtains and brings the eucalyptus trees into the room, the room that pulsates with out love.

Tomorrow, it will be your turn. But now you help me to my feet, wrap a cotton robe around me, and lead me down to the beach, where waves of salt water lap against my toes and bring me back to myself, and to you.