03-07-2025, 03:19 PM
Pose 4 – Tantric Seated Lotus (The Final Pose – Where Longing Finds Stillness)
The mat had gone quiet
But the silence wasn’t empty.
It pulsed with something deeper now.
The kind of silence that follows surrender, where words feel too small and the breath becomes a language of its own.
Meghana slowly lifted herself from Abhi’s chest.
Her movements were gentle, like she didn’t want to disturb the gravity they had just created.
She knelt beside him, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek as she looked at him, still lying down.
Still flushed, still watching her like she was the answer to every question he hadn’t dared to ask.
Without a word, she reached for his hands.
“Come sit,” she said, voice like velvet stretched thin. “The last one.”
Abhi rose slowly, his body heavy from emotion more than effort.
She guided him to sit cross-legged at the center of the mat, spine tall, breath even
But his pulse still raced under his skin.
She came to him like a secret.
Kneeling in front of him
She let her knees spread gently
And with slow, deliberate grace.
She settled herself into his lap
Straddling him
- o -
The mat had gone quiet
But the silence wasn’t empty.
It pulsed with something deeper now.
The kind of silence that follows surrender, where words feel too small and the breath becomes a language of its own.
Meghana slowly lifted herself from Abhi’s chest.
Her movements were gentle, like she didn’t want to disturb the gravity they had just created.
She knelt beside him, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek as she looked at him, still lying down.
Still flushed, still watching her like she was the answer to every question he hadn’t dared to ask.
Without a word, she reached for his hands.
“Come sit,” she said, voice like velvet stretched thin. “The last one.”
Abhi rose slowly, his body heavy from emotion more than effort.
She guided him to sit cross-legged at the center of the mat, spine tall, breath even
But his pulse still raced under his skin.
She came to him like a secret.
Kneeling in front of him
She let her knees spread gently
And with slow, deliberate grace.
She settled herself into his lap
Straddling him
- o -