My Dear Kat,
I want to talk about how sex is between us. It’s fabulous, it’s instant, it’s mutual and it’s shared.
By fabulous, I mean that it’s breath-taking; time and time again, we go to places and achieve highs that we never did before. I’m not talking about the physical positions; they don’t seem to have much to do with it. It’s a strong sense that wow, we never danced like this before, we’re going hand-in-hand (maybe make that gland-in-gland) down paths we’ve never been before. Afterwards, the experience seems so other-worldly, it can be hard to believe it actually happened.
By instant, I mean that the sexual energy emerges full-blown: pow, there it is! We’re in this place again. There’s no contradiction with what I’ve just said about each time being different; these two things exist simultaneously. That’s just the way it is.
Then there is the magical way it’s mutual. I get turned on, and you respond, and I respond to that, and it’s 0-60 in 5 seconds again. It happens nearly every time. Oh, occasionally the other fails to respond due to tiredness or illness, but that causes no grief; we merely flow into a different place.
This mutuality is magical because of its improbability, because it says that I touch you, I affect you, because it is wonderful to be seen and to have my sexual needs so ecstatically met. And we synchronize like this not just sexually, but also with most other things we do together; we rapidly find the choice that accommodates both our needs. We do this by being present, by wanting the best for the other, by not clinging to our ideas of how things should be.
Lastly, the experience is so self-evidently shared. We move together, responding to each other, becoming the junction between the two of us, treating that skin like our own, each our side of the fence, but holding hands through the railing, proof positive of the other, touching and merging to be us together at the same time as remaining completely myself. I have nowhere in my cosmology to place this, yet there it is. Not just once or twice, but again and again, over and above my sense of self, that sense of us.
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