28 - Breathing
Sex is like breathing. Not that it's so common place or anything like that. I'm not advocating today's youth to go hop into bed anytime soon either. I'm talking metaphorically of course. Which I know big words from this guy, but I've been around for a while and picked up a few things here and there. I just might surprise you.
See breathing has a rhythm to it. There's shallow and fast, deep and slow. You can take in a single breath and catch the scent of a woman walking by, or you can inhale it all and fill your mind with that heavy perfume. There's no art to it, it's not as complicated as it looks either. Everyone has their own mannerisms as well.
I stayed in Japan for a few years, and learned a lot about inner calm, and tranquility. Did my studies of marial arts and all if it always came down to breathing. The air you have inside of you is a large key to the power you can display outward.
Breathing can express annoyance, frustration, exhaustion, or even a sigh of relief. A single act holding so many different meanings. Which is why I relate it to sex. I can breathe a woman in. I can press her close to my chest and hold her close with my chin atop their head. I can inhale deeply and take her in. I can wrap my arms around her and feel her chest expand and contract, enabling me to match my own rhythm to hers.
I could tip her mouth up to mine and press my lips to hers and attempt to take that breath away. I could trail my tongue along her collarbone and cause her to inhale. I could push her against a wall causing her to exhale that same breath. I could make her forget to breathe with one single knowing look. I could touch her in places that would make her pant heavy. I could bring her from a slow steady rate of exhalations to a louder heavier faster inhalation. I could love her with one single act that could mean so many different things to her.
I could just breathe.
See breathing has a rhythm to it. There's shallow and fast, deep and slow. You can take in a single breath and catch the scent of a woman walking by, or you can inhale it all and fill your mind with that heavy perfume. There's no art to it, it's not as complicated as it looks either. Everyone has their own mannerisms as well.
I stayed in Japan for a few years, and learned a lot about inner calm, and tranquility. Did my studies of marial arts and all if it always came down to breathing. The air you have inside of you is a large key to the power you can display outward.
Breathing can express annoyance, frustration, exhaustion, or even a sigh of relief. A single act holding so many different meanings. Which is why I relate it to sex. I can breathe a woman in. I can press her close to my chest and hold her close with my chin atop their head. I can inhale deeply and take her in. I can wrap my arms around her and feel her chest expand and contract, enabling me to match my own rhythm to hers.
I could tip her mouth up to mine and press my lips to hers and attempt to take that breath away. I could trail my tongue along her collarbone and cause her to inhale. I could push her against a wall causing her to exhale that same breath. I could make her forget to breathe with one single knowing look. I could touch her in places that would make her pant heavy. I could bring her from a slow steady rate of exhalations to a louder heavier faster inhalation. I could love her with one single act that could mean so many different things to her.
I could just breathe.