I love fucking! WOW! Breathe please! Don't tense up on this one. Yes I said it!!
I just love the sound of those words and the feelings they evoke. It’s funny
how it’s considered dirty. Most would agree that when that word is uttered at
the perfect moment it can sound sweet as it feels. Yet, what I see is how we
are so self-deceptive when it comes to sex and the actual physical act. Whether
we learned how to shut down those feelings, ignore them, disregard them or fear
them. Oh damn it the list can go on. The point is they are only road blocks to
being completely alive and to what are the most natural feelings and sensations
expressed through the body but also includes the mind, the heart, and the soul!
I say I
love fucking because I do. However, I do not indulge as often as I would truly
like to because I believe that I learned to ignore it. I learned to take care
of everything else before that. I learned to do it and act it out in a certain
way all of which are counter to my truest and deepest desires. Truth is I would
love to have the closeness, the warmth, the affection and the deep penetration
into my love tunnel by a cock or dick that is hard and nicely sized and which
knows instinctively how to rock me. I love when my body is being touched and I
am on fire, when the tingling sensations move through my entire body and I am
so fully present in the moment. The way
my tissues become so fluidic, the way my muscles melt and how the movement of my body’s
workings propel in synch; the way my organs begin to smile
and their functions begin to take on a new level. I love when my juices flow
and the tension in my jaws and ass begins to leave my body. I love when I can please and make him feel so
good that he expresses it with words and with sounds. Moments like those are
healing and I desire them so much.
The waking up to music as I lay on
pure white sheets with the only person I’d rather be with in
the entire world.
The only person who is the entire world at that time because nothing matters
any more, nothing exists beside the here and now, the he and I, the oneness that comes when
we make love so deliberately. I cherish those moments when the music is playing
and our bodies resonate melodically and we move to the rhythm that is eternal.
I love the penetrating look when we stare into each other’s eyes while his
hardware slides in and out of my software. The look of delight, the look of
vulnerability, the look of hunger and
the fulfillment of that hunger at the same time, the look that evokes passion
and a locking and intertwining of our souls at that very moment. When his eyes penetrate the window to my soul
and he moves in to it, that’s harmonic sex right there… down right..... Poetic Sex!
A.N.
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