The Bedroom Delights Series_3-5 (NOV 2020)

--Written in December 1996 (21 years old)
I'm tired and spent, the day's been long,
Yet there rings within a true love song.
You're my heart's melody.
Oh, Darling please be near me!

I lift my soul to You above, 
You fill me with Your dearest love.
You come to Me, I hold You tight,
"Let's love, Dear, though it's late tonight."

I'll put on the perfume of my desire for You.
I will disrobe and put on humility too.
We'll kiss and caress with words that are dear.
We'll love so great it's like You're here.

Take me as Your yielded Bride,
Let me feel You deep inside.
Melted with You Lord our tender lips can meet.
I want You to fill and make me complete.
Lord I crave Your Love with all my soul.

Give Me Your seeds, Your Golden seeds.
For them I hunger, they're what I need.
Take me, Jesus, take all of me.
I'm raptured in such ecstasy!

Tender embraces, affection in Your eyes. 
Kisses with such passion, loving, gentle sighs.
The love making of the Spirit is so deep and true.
For the way that You love me, thrills me through and through.

--Written in December 1997 (22 years old)
Fair maiden, I sit here on My fine steed,
	Waiting to lift you and bid you God speed.
	Off we will ride 'till morning meets night, 
	'Till start light twinkles an unearthly light.
We'll do our God's biding, and follow His plan,
	Together we'll do it, as woman and man.
		With My fine arms holding you dear,
	Rhythmically riding, I feel you so near.
Each stride makes Me want to mount your darling frame,
I send you, I thrill you, you call out My name.
	I hear it echo through the golden sky,
	We dismount, embrace and in ecstasy lie.
	You won't be the same, when I'm through with you,
	I'll excite your thoughts, and you'll want Me to,
	Lay with a passion each inch of your bod
	Naked and panting for My sexy rod.
	You'll want Me inside you to ravish again
	Ever more thrilling than all sons of men.
	[I tell you My love, you are always with Me],
	[In the spirit so wild to love-make so free]
	Free as ever the wind blows the trees
	It softly caresses with a tender breeze.
	You felt its presence blow through the air
	Though you see it not, you know it was there.
	Loving you greatly I come in your soul,
	Enchanted, ecstatic, you are made whole.
	Oh, won't you let Me love you, My friend,
	Take your dear hand and each broken strand mend?
	I want to make you and fill you with love.
	I know I can be all that you've dreamed of.
	So ride with Me now, 'till the dusk sees the light,
	We'll writhe with a passion, in pleasures all night.
	'Till the doves coo the morn and the moonlight fades,
	And we rise with new strength from the love
 that we've made. 
For the new day we'll mount on our horse,
	Carry out our commission, and follow our course.

6-Nov-2020			A Message from Jesus to His Bride
I look into My special crystal, the one I keep for dreaming up fantasies with you, My sweet one. I look into it and imagine what it would be like to love with you this way or that. It’s a beautiful crystal, like those growing and extending out; and it’s colourful too. 
I look in it and I fantasize about you. And then I plan to have those thoughts transmitted into your mind or into the thoughts of others who pass them on. I can’t wait to be with You, so I make compensations for us in this time apart. 
I then breathe life into this crystal and it expands and comes to life. It is like you have stepped out of your world and are in Mine; out of the crystal and are before Me. You are no longer as a little image, but a living, life-size form. And this large image I have of you, really can feel and see things. Whatever I do with this spiritual being that is in My presence, so does your body and mind on Earth feel and see in some way. 
If I want to make it be that it’s like you are in more than one place at a time, I have the pleasure of doing so. But this image of you in front of Me is more like your spirit visiting, though your body remains on Earth. There is much about the way the spirit of mankind works, that you don’t know about. The things you can do and can’t do, and what I just might allow. 
Why would King David have said, “My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God,” (Psalm 84:2) if he didn’t have a trip sometimes to those courts? He knew what he was talking about. That’s how he could make it through the severely trying times.
I want you to keep a log, a diary of sorts, of some of the trips that I allow you to take into My tabernacle, the land of the Paradise of the Living God. It’s good to review these at times when you are feeling somewhat dry and parched from living on planet “waste-land and woes”. You need to keep your eyes upward. This “Heavenly Vision” is going to keep pulling you out of the dregs that the world tries to muck you up with. 
Look up and see what Heaven has for you. Write it down, even just a little note in a book to remind yourself; and then review it from time to time. The God you serve will become all the more real to you then. And your vacuum for experiences in the Spirit will bring such things your way.
*** 
6-Nov-2020
Setting 3: 
“Oh what a fluffy bed! So many pillows!” you think. 
You and I are playful enjoying this large canopied bed. There are so many big and fluffy pillows, we are nearly covered by them. I tickle you with a soft and fluffy item, almost like it’s a ball of feathers. You are laughing and we are just having a funny, nearly silly time. 
It’s so good to at last be laughing again. The last lesson we worked on together was tough, and you almost didn’t think you could make it. You actually did stall and stop for a while, before finishing it, but now we are just relaxing. 
I’m hovering over you now, looking into your eyes with a smile. You know there is more than laughs to be enjoyed in this special bed, and you are happy to move on to the next course, when I am ready. You just want to flow with the fun, and go at My pace. 
I reach over to the bedside table with My one free arm, and pour a glass of an amber coloured drink. 
“You are going to need this,” I say, with a twinkle in My eyes.
You know what that means. It means I have zones to take you that reach beyond what your mind and heart would normally explore. With this drink, you let go of what would hold you back, and you enter a new zone of paradise.
“Come,” I say, as you sit up a bit and let Me touch this drink to your lips. –For to drink and to come away into more freedom of My Spirit, is one and the same. To drink is to come with Me. To let the drink enter your lips, is to take a step through a door and enter a new level of the Spirit.
That is why so many people don’t know hardly more than they can see and feel on this Earth—they haven’t sipped of the life-liberating wines of Heaven. Their minds haven’t been opened. They think they are open-minded, but it’s like opening the door to a shallow store room; it doesn’t go anywhere. So what if the door to their carnal mind is open, there isn’t room there for much to be placed. The air is stuffy and there is no through-way to the rest of their spirit and being. It stops there.
But when you open up your heart and mind to the wine of God’s bottle, then it opens up new places. In some ways it eats away and seeps in and creates tunnels and passage ways for more wine to flow through and go into your truly open soul. Like they say about some drinks on earth “it goes to your head”, well, the wines of God go right to your heart.
If your lips are closed and you are looking the other way when a glass of pure, tantalizing drink from God’s Spirit is offered to you, you’ll never, ever truly be “open minded”. You have to drink the life-giving liquid, even just starting with a taste. Then it gets to work opening you up for more, and for the new.
Take Me in, and take in what I offer.
You look into My eyes with the most erotic and desirous look as you open your mouth and take in a sip. It’s as if you are taking another part of Me in. I have to look away for a moment or I might just lose control. But I have to give you time; I want to let you take it all a step at a time. Something about the way you drank it was so receptive and inviting, I practically climaxed just watching you drink the wine of Heaven.
Then you take another sip and again another. The way you open your mouth and let the Heavenly drink in, and look at me while doing so, and show Me how you are swallowing it with pleasure and are not going to stop until the full glass has been taken in, is just ecstatic for Me.
You then tip the glass to get the very last droplets to pour out. You use your tongue to try to get out more, licking the glass. You look at Me with a look of thirst; a look of “is that all” and you let your eyes glance over, indicating to the bottle that you want more. 
To take another glass would mean that you want to go twice as deep into the realm of the spirit, and be twice as wild in love with Me. In some ways it’s like Elisha wanting twice the power.
I think about it for bit. But I chose to think about it while savouring the moment. I fill another cup of yours, instead, with the potent bottle of powerful liquid of Heaven that I pour into you from Myself.
I first select a bottle of oil from the other side of the bed. It has a bit of the scent and flavour of anise seed. I place some on your hands, and you rub it on the entrance to your secret place and you rub some on to My rod of pleasure, and then we are melted as one, together. I slip into you and before too long a marvellous explosion takes place. “Thou anointest my head with oil”  “my cup runneth over.” (Psa. 23:5)
But when that is complete, more than once, you haven’t forgotten about the bottle of tingling and life-giving wine. You want more. And I am more than happy to take you to the next level. 
“Glug, glug,” goes the sound as I pour it. You lick your lips in anticipation, ready and completely abandoned to take in and to explore what I offer next.
*** 
6-Nov-2020
Setting 4: 
(Jesus speaking: ) It’s sandy and hot and wild out in this desert wilderness place. Come into the cave I have prepared for you and I to get shelter. I know these places well. I lived on earth and walked through the difficult-to-survive-in terrain. 
Here, I have some water in a stone vessel. It has kept cool and will be refreshing for you. Your lips look rather blistered. The sun sure was hot. You tried to cover yourself with the wraps I did provide for you as we travelled this last part of the journey, until we made it to this place of rest. 
Let Me kiss away the wounds. My lips are magic. When I kiss the wounds on your lips from the dry desert wind and sun, instantly they are transformed and receive healing.
“Hey,” you say. “I thought this was a desert cave.” And it was. But something else happened magically when I kissed you. The bare rock cave that looked dry and dusty, and donned several spider webs, suddenly changed in to a palace of sorts. 
“What happened here?” you wonder. No longer what it used to be—though outside around the cave, the life-sapping desert is still there. However, now rather than webs, fine cloths and tapestries hang to decorate. Rather than desert dust, there is gold and sparkly dust, like fine diamonds on the cave’s floor. 
Rather than a stone slab to call a bed or couch, it has been replaced by a thick rug and soft cushions to rest on. Now, rather than water only, a punch-like drink with fruit, is in some of the many stone vessels. Rather than ragged and torn, worn-out, faded and dust-filled clothing, you are in a fine dress fit for a princess—and I am dressed elaborately as well, in royal attire. 
As we sit on the cushions, we hold up our golden wine glasses to toast to yet another victory that has been won. This time of celebration was better, far better than you imagined. 
Before too long we are feeling pretty happy, and certainly relaxed. Rather than an empty hole for a door of the cave, the golden, ornate, jewel-studded doors are tightly shut. We are safely in, and have nothing but wild revelry and a hearty hungering for love to be filled. There is nothing else to do, and not one else but the two of us in this lavish place. 
The wine helped us focus and explode with earnest passion. And all we want to do is love each other in all the ways we can.
For music we have the sounds of our voices echoing out with peals of pleasure and extasy. For perfume, the smell of each other in passionate heat. For entertainment, the sight of one another’s displays of desire in special ways, like a show put on for one another—and the mirrors on the ceiling and some that are around help to add to this visual entertainment. For food, we taste one another in all good ways—and find that love is a hearty enough feast. For sleep… we don’t need it, but for brief rests that merely serve to heighten and awaken our desires to begin once again in this dance of loving passion—all completely alone. Nothing else to do but dance the dance of love, in a multitude of ardent, royal ways.
*** 
Setting 5: 
(Bride speaking: ) I awoke with You, Jesus on my mind. It really wasn’t hard to—as I woke with your loving honey-filled rod exploding in my mouth, pressing Yourself in and out of my thirsty, responsive lips. What a way to wake!
I look up at Your eyes, after mine are fully opened. They twinkle with that smile You give me. I can’t describe it, but it’s like a ray of light that goes right through me and touches my heart. It makes me crazy with a love that would be in love with you forever and ever.
(Jesus speaking: ) Usually I wait until you are ready or indicate that You want more of Me. But I knew you were so tired last night, Honey, that even if you’d wanted to revel with Me in the bed of love, you just couldn’t move, much less do all that you thought I deserved; all that you wanted to show Me.
I knew you wanted to love and love Me, and so I wasted no time. The full day and all its activities would be on once again, and with it the river of activity would push you along. 
All I needed was a little relief, and all you needed was a moment of tenderness and freedom with Me.
We can, in the future, make up for time lost, while you are working in the fields hard now. We can do the long lovings later on. But now, while you need to run hard and fast, for people need you, if your heart desires loving times with Me, I can see to it that we “fit it in” one way or another.
I hold you now in an embrace as you stand before Me. I look into your eyes. You can tell that there are two competing strong desires in My eyes. One desire is to say to you, “Forget everything and let’s just get our fill of love; I don’t want you to have to work a single second more”. And the other desire in My eyes is the great need for the harvest to be taken in. I need your hands and willingness to do it.
So with great will power, I hold your upper arms and unclasp us from our embrace and say, with a twinkle in My eyes that shows how I crave you, “Go!” and I give you a nudge to get on your way.
We both know where we’d rather be. But that will only be as deeply fulfilling as it could be once the job is done. We both have work to do. I see you pick up your sickle as you give one last glance into My face, as if to check one last time: “You want me to go… or are you going to change your mind and call Me suddenly back?”
But I am resolved and resolute. I stand there with My arms crossed, and look like a strong work overseer. My lips then form the word once again, “Go”. And so you turn and do your Lord’s bidding. 
“Hey,” I say, “I’m waiting for you.”
You know with this that I am counting the moments, and hoping you will do quick work, so the consummation of full joy can come at last. 
When the tiring day ends and you collapse on the cloth that is covering your reapings, guarding it with your life, you again fall fast to sleep. But when you awake in the night and see the stars overhead, you feel strong hands beginning to massage oil into your tired muscles. You see Me there, serving My servant. 
You change from a servant at that moment, to the single object of My passion. I’m not going to tire you out with passion-filled hours, but simply am there to bring renewal to your soul and mind and body; and remind you that I am counting the moments until the time of full pleasure can and will be ours. Every bit of harvest gathered means all the sooner we can be relaxing in utter joy in each other’s embrace.