The Spirit of Sex
When your body vibrates beyond your control,
your abdomen trembles, from a caress anticipated,
felt before the touch
When every sound you make is beyond your control,
your other half hearing through the senses the voice of your soul coming
through the depths of some bottomless well — the fusion of two philosphies
When your eyes are able to pierce into the core of your mate, binding them to
your being, extracting every vulnerability,
Vulnerability your strength, reveling in it, vulnerability is authenticity.
Every look, every promise, encouraging your mate to take pleasure from you,
pace with you their own
The instinctual knowledge, without knowing, without experience,
that at the apogee, the body’s fatigue is the souls infusion of power
A slow rising strength, the body arouses to release the face behind the mask,
to show the self few will have the grace to envision,
Uninhibited, untamed.
When every bead of sweat becomes liquid fire, its aroma, tantalizing not the
senses but the instincts of the primal hunter.
When you fumble, yet smile, that smile-less smile, invigorating, inviting the
other to keep reaching — almost there —
When you reach to transcend beyond the yourself your, yet gifting the wealth
your body houses,
When every breath arouses the other to meet you, transcend with you to the
pinnacle where all logic is lost,
Every exhaled laboured breath and sigh is the spirit speaking with the body
what cannot be explained with the most ardent candor
The universal language of the need for survival, two non-opposing
combatants, matched to continue our existence, our need to live what the
human form was made to gift through the spirit of life,
Where beauty is found in defensless battle,
Two points, of the light of life, meeting on the aphotic field of battle, greed the
primary offensive — to pillage the fortress each is defending from laying bare the
most base of human instincts — to conquer.
Two souls — reaching for a piece the kingdom of eternity
Making love, is a battle, a battle of insidious nature, the spiritual need for
supremacy (not many will admit to), — replete in the manhood found in the
soul of a woman, and the equality found in womanhood’s capability — the
survival of man.
Both conquered, both checked, coming to an impass.
making love, is the spirits race against time,
the soul racing selfishly to outlive even itself.
To the person that asked me to answer this question, did you believe I wouldn’t dare? You were mistaken.
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