Tantra Tease and the Pole
by Cyntha Gonzalez
Pole dancing is leaping out of seedy bars and in its worldwide fervor, is witnessing women in mass taking charge of their sexual allure. Some pole dancing classes are feisty acrobatic fitness challenges without a lot of sensual charm. Others are sensuously lit sanctuaries where women equally learn the art of sensual dance – on and off the pole – and the wisdom of the Tease, much like adept Tantric priestesses in sacred temples, centuries ago. Curves, slink and abandon are celebrated and reveled in amongst other goddesses. A woman owns the power in her tease, first for herself, then for the Divine and eventually for her lover.
To tease is to allure.
To allure is to stand, or lay, confidently and invite in.
A needy woman can’t really tease. If the intention is to ‘get,’ her tease will be reduced to manipulative, outreaching tentacles trying to guarantee love – which can never be strategized. Only given.
A self-loving woman seduces. Not for the vacant confirmation that “I am desirable,” but to generously entice the other into her dark caverns… of promise.
Her Tease is Playful.
It’s Charming, Surprising, Unexpected, Original, Whimsical, Creative and Unwaveringly Present.
It’s Naughty.
It’s the Trickster’s Tool.
It’s the Invitation to leave control and predictability. It’s Free and Free of taboo or shoulds. It’s Sensitive to precisely what’s needed.
It’s Outrageous, Wild, Audacious, Extreme. It’s an invitation to play and put aside control, fear, hesitation and self-consciousness. It’s “Come here, Big Boy!”
It’s Anticipation, Excitement to the Senses. It’s Electric, Entrancing, Spellbinding, Sizzling, Energy on Fire. It’s Steamy, Elegant, Subtle. It’s Sensually Stirring.
It’s a Swelling wave that clutches and doesn’t let go. And we don’t want it to. It Captivates. It Energizes, Engages, Absorbs. It casts its Spell. It renders Powerless.
It is Life Force that Quivers through us. It Sweeps us up. It withholds nothing. It renders us defenseless.
A woman who owns her Tease is Irresistible. Unavoidable. Alluring. Bold. Her Tease dissolves all boundaries that define us. She is a leader, taking the other captive into domains of Promise. The Promise of Ecstasy, of Rapture. And it is there, that you gratefully find yourself.
When blended with the added bonus of Deep Love, the Tease is Beauty and Grace incarnate – an alchemical cocktail that irrevocably transmutes and transforms you. Forever.
We long to be transported out of the straightjackets of our reductionistic, stiff egos. We long to Loosen up, Lighten up. We long to leave behind every taboo and inhibition that tells us otherwise. We long to be fluidly, delectably Free. We long to luxuriate in undulating, slow swirls of hips, cascading sensuous caresses and sultry “I want you” eyes.
Strip clubs and porn may be where men delight and lose themselves with reduced emotional risk and vulnerability. They can be playgrounds where they clip on blinders to the underworld of sexual slavery, sex commerce and perpetuated abuse. Sometimes that’s the best they can do. Sometimes they are transition zones to eventually dare the precipices of intimate, exposed relating.
For some men in committed relationships, going to such clubs or porn sites is where they wriggle out of holding their partners accountable to claiming their inner Erotic Creature. He suffices with his woman renouncing her sensual power, ignoring her sexual Queenship, accepting stifling, shaming taboos and abandoning her unsung Charms, Curves and Cries. He usually simply doesn’t know how to tease out her eroticism. I trust he’d love to learn how to.
For several years now, we have entered into a new era of Sensual ownership that rides Sexuality bareback – unabashedly, brazenly and beautifully.
Tease On!
Ode to Our New Tantric Temples
I am opened by the sensual, deliberate movements in this rarefied dark, candlelit space with ylang ylang essential oil absorbing into and wafting around slowly, moving us. We are far from musty bars with men furtively reveling in our undulating radiance with the uninspiring crutches of fags and stiff drinks. We move and dance for ourselves. We prepare ourselves to share this gift with whoever can take it in. Who does not shun it, nor shut it. Who opens his heart, sex and soul to the magnificence of what is being gifted to him. Who does not grasp. Who does not force. Who is so sexily deserving. We ready ourselves to be penetrated and opened by his Solid, unmovable presence – for the time being, by the stunning hushedness of the sacred sanctum we move in.
Hello Pole, you tall, solid, unmoving pillar of support and presence. You are unwavering. You are so profoundly dependable. We are slow, moving, earthy, flowing, changing, undulating serpentine creatures. We worship you. We are heartbreakingly devotional. We give from the deepest sources within. We are enticing. We are promising. We are unleashed. Take me. All of me. Stay present. Stay solid. Stay reliable. And I dare to let go. I surrender. I am uncontrollably taken. I can only merge and explode into the Vast Universe where Love has no recourse but to shatter me open.
I then slither down, around and am re-absorbed into the Sweetest Stillness.
I am then moved again, by the next wave of writhing energy that wells up and slithers through this supple, fluid body in constant search and hommage to a Piercing Presence that commands steady and firm. And together, that genderless Nameless envelops all that Is.
For more information on Tantric-inspired workshops, go to www.cynthagonzalez.com
Cyntha thanks Silfath Pinto in Dubai for her beautiful sanctuaries of sensual dance and pole play. www.silfathpinto.com
