Swept Away
What is the point of falling in love? I mean really? I suppose it differs for everyone. Some people look for the endorphin rush of that initial physical attraction and the sense of limitless possibilities. Some people look for sweet romance, or hot sex, or potential financial security and the option to have a two car garage and several children named after mid-western states or favorite authors.
I guess what I look for is something strong enough to lose myself in. Not my identity, but all those niggling doubts and second guesses and polite, well learned cautious behaviors of modern society.
I want to fall so hard I don't worry about making an ass of myself, or getting in too deep, or rushing things or any of the other thousand things you worry about at the beginning of a relationship. I want to be swept away. Of course, for this to work properly, the gentleman must be swept away as well.
Is that asking so much? "Total mutual delirium?" (As the Vicomte Du Valmount once said)
Well, yes, I suppose possibly that is asking too much, but I'm still going to ask for it.
The thing I've always loved about sex, is that for those brief hours I know no fear, no hesitation, no doubt. Pure power and joy courses through me, and I feel completely in sync with another person.
Every man I've ever slept with, I loved (in some way) while we were in bed together. Perhaps not long after nor before, but yes, during that act, I could say I loved them without fear of lying.
Let the flesh instruct the mind, you know. I get into much more trouble when I think about things than I do when I follow my instincts.
I guess what I look for is something strong enough to lose myself in. Not my identity, but all those niggling doubts and second guesses and polite, well learned cautious behaviors of modern society.
I want to fall so hard I don't worry about making an ass of myself, or getting in too deep, or rushing things or any of the other thousand things you worry about at the beginning of a relationship. I want to be swept away. Of course, for this to work properly, the gentleman must be swept away as well.
Is that asking so much? "Total mutual delirium?" (As the Vicomte Du Valmount once said)
Well, yes, I suppose possibly that is asking too much, but I'm still going to ask for it.
The thing I've always loved about sex, is that for those brief hours I know no fear, no hesitation, no doubt. Pure power and joy courses through me, and I feel completely in sync with another person.
Every man I've ever slept with, I loved (in some way) while we were in bed together. Perhaps not long after nor before, but yes, during that act, I could say I loved them without fear of lying.
Let the flesh instruct the mind, you know. I get into much more trouble when I think about things than I do when I follow my instincts.