So I have been thinking a lot about casual sex lately ;)
I’m not so good at it. In fact, I’m not accomplished at it at all.
It’s not that I need formal wear. It’s not a top hat, tux, and tie kind of party:) It’s just that I am textured and messy and hoping that you are too. That you let yourself go, let yourself be open, and are brave enough to try connecting with me on some other level than merely getting off. I mean sex is more exciting than masturbation, but to me that’s only true if you are in it for something more than getting yourself off… there’s nothing wrong with that, but I’d like to join you in really getting each other off, getting inside one another, blending a moment of me with a moment of you.
It’s that if I am sharing my body with you, my heart wants to come along for the ride. The more we make that connection- body pressed against warm body, heart beating audibly, breath coming hard-
the more I find out about you. It tells me more than what you say, what you write, the rituals of what you know and do. These are all delicious and invaluable and exciting to learn, but your body is an adventure in a hidden land. The way you breathe and open yourself tells me how you share what you hold sacred. The pleasure you crave shows me your fearless heart unbound and what you will risk to gain and give happiness. How you touch me tells me how you see the world and hold its beauty. Your shyness and your release are streets to quarters of you where your best treasures are hidden. And how you come? That shows me the star that shines in your soul.
Ecstasy is the bridge between the body and the mind; sex the numinous border town where they come together. No one focuses on their taxes or defends their dissertation while they are fucking. When you are coming, you never focus on the part of your body you find most humiliating, or the thing that you are most ashamed of. Good sex is magic.
And isn’t it amazing that it can also be the doorway to something truly fine that moves in your heart?
Yeah, I think so too.