Kundalini Rising

Kali Maa Ishtar Isis

She's a dancing demoness

Receiving wisdom thru the eye, divine forehead kiss

Serving soft feminine feline seductress

She's the purity that God desires yet she's oozing with sex

Svadhishthana activated dripping wet lotus

Kundalini rising hissss

Yessss suffering feels delicious

If you do it right.

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