It came from moments of stillness, from breath slowing down, from the quiet awareness that lives inside sensation. These poems were not forced into being; they arrived when I learned how to listen to my body, to my longing, to the subtle truth that moves through touch and restraint.
The Sensual Soul Poet was written from a place beneath language.
The Sensual Soul Poet does not attempt to define love or desire. It explores them. It allows intimacy to unfold without rushing toward conclusions or explanations. These poems live in the space between anticipation and arrival, where eroticism is felt rather than named. Where sensuality is honored as something intelligent and sacred.
Eroticism here is carried through metaphors, imagery, breath, and silence. Pleasure is treated as a language; one the body speaks fluently when it is allowed to remain honest. Love is explored not only as heat, but as devotion, as courage, as the willingness to stay open without disappearing.
Enjoy!
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 
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