Suddenly he felt her gentle touch and when he looked at her, he found to his utter astonishment that she was now completely naked, lying prone with her legs in the lotus posture, and flower petals scattered over and around her genitals and with her pubic hair and other parts of the body besmeared with ashes and dabs of red and back color. . .

The bhairavi....looked transfigured and asked him to sit on her lap, as he had done many times before, though never without her wearing a stitch of clothing. He was dumbfounded but obeyed.
I climbed over the sacred body, and sat over the dark space left by the folding of her legs. At the very first contact, I was aware that her skin was burning. The heat was forbidding. But I knew it was not for me to question.

I assumed the accustomed lotus posture....Minutes passed; perhaps hours.

Who cared?

A stream of delight rippled through the 84,000 nadis of which she had always spoken. At the base of my spine I experienced a half-tickling, half-singing urge which ran up and down my spine. I closed my eyes.

The bhairavi told him that he was the living flame, time eternal, the sun, brahman, while she was a corpse, time-bound, the sky, and the lotus. Then she asked him to recite Sanskrit verses, and soon he lost all sense of her presence and even of his own being.

Something was happening to the mound around my penis. A vibration, thrilling, hot deep throb hammered beat after beat. The more it came in waves the more I was pushing out my spinal base...a strange feeling of completeness, fulfilment and ecstasy settled on my nerves.

When he finally came to his senses, he felt exhausted but still asked when they would visit the ruined temple again. She assured him that they would meet there again and again, explaining, "A carpet also hungers for someone to sit on it".

From

The World of Tantra by Brajamadhava Bhattacharya,quoted in Tantra: The Path of Ecstasy by Georg Feuerstein.