"Like allergies, sexual arousal may occur from anything under the sun, including the sun."
Anil Aggrawal (2009)
What other platform...
What other channel gathers all things of the world, imbuing its participants? Where else does bliss, agony, sweat, luxury, God and shit roll into one beautiful package? You can't eat the stars above, but you can make love to them. You can't find shelter in sound, but you can penetrate and dig deep into a song. What other atmosphere can "a little death" begat a little life? Sex stitches this scattered world together into a symphony.
Peering deeply into love, lust and life...
Your reflection bounces back; your identity, fears and aspirations rise to the surface of your sexuality. If you look close enough, the way you give head is the way you do everything. Are you hesitant at first? Throw caution to the wind? Are you performing for your partners' pleasure? Or merely fulfilling a selfish fixation? Let me guess...you're a cute combination of all of the above. That's why you're beautiful. That's why sex is beautiful.
Where else is it so much fun...
To press a square peg into a round hole...forcing it to fit...
To role play, where I'm a 6' 4" baby and you're a shortened God...
To play dress-up while naked, pretending to be who I really am...
What other platform puts the entire world in my toy chest?
Only sex.
3 comments:
That was beautiful and so eloquently written. Your use of words is so erotic to me and I don't even know if that was the damn intent behind the post. I guess this is what mental intercourse is like...I was already in lust with you. Don't mess around and make me fall in love :)
I think you have me experiencing wordgasms
Wordgasms...
We're one and the same, we both use sex as a canvas to illustrate life. Every time you come full circle with your erotica, it makes a special confirmation that our work DOES matter.
You already know how I feel about you...
I've never been intellectually cheated on.
Ouch.
;p
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